If I have a stupid day, everything looks wrong to me.
I am no longer afraid to say anything.
Why do we go around acting as though everything was friendship and reliability when basically everything everywhere is full of sudden hate and ugliness?
Children usually do not blame themselves for getting lost.
The selection of leadership must follow practical considerations. Maybe I look at things too pessimistically?
Papa always makes it clear that he would like to know me as much more rational and lucid than the girls and women he gets to know during his analytic hours.