The truth, as the light, makes blind.
The world I live in is loathsome to me, but I feel one with the men who suffer in it
Those who weep for the happy periods which they encounter in history acknowledge what they want; not the alleviation but the silencing of misery.
Marxism is not scientific: at the best, it has scientific prejudices.
I used to advertise my loyalty and I don't believe there is a single person I loved that I didn't eventually betray.
I lived with the only continuity, day to day, of the me-me-me.