The temptation shared by all forms of intelligence: cynicism.
Happiness is generous. It does not subsist on destruction.
Where would his torture be, indeed, if at every step the hope of succeeding upheld him?
When I see a new face, something sets off an alarm bell inside me. 'slow down! Danger!' Even when the attraction is strongest, I am on my guard.
There is a terrible emptiness in me, an indifference that hurts.
The first progressive step for a mind overwhelmed by the strangeness of things is to realize that this feeling of strangeness is shared with all men and that human reality, in its entirety, suffers from the distance which separates it from the rest of the universe.