We are imprisoned in the realm of life, like a sailor on his tiny boat, on an infinite ocean.

Things are not as we would like them to be. There is only one way to deal with it, namely to try and be all right oneself.

Why do we go around acting as though everything was friendship and reliability when basically everything everywhere is full of sudden hate and ugliness?

The selection of leadership must follow practical considerations. Maybe I look at things too pessimistically?

Who promised you that only for joy were you brought to this earth?

A first visit to a madhouse is always a shock.

How can one know anything at all about people?