Maybe this world is another planet's Hell.
An irrelevance, and your life's altered.
Cynical realism is the intelligent man's best excuse for doing nothing in an intolerable situation.
The poet's place, it seems to me, is with the Mr. Hydes of human nature.
The traveller's-eye view of men and women is not satisfying. A man might spend his life in trains and restaurants and know nothing of humanity at the end. To know, one must be an actor as well as a spectator.
Ultimate Reality is not clearly and immediately apprehended except by those who have made themselves loving, pure in heart and poor in spirit.