Beware! I'm acting under the influence of human nature.

I don't have any solution, but I certainly admire the problem.

The longer I live, the less chance I'll ever recover from what life keeps doing to me.

You can never discard too many bad ideas.

There's so much to learn and so much of it not worth learning.

In one sense, I have always felt glad to have had the war [World War II] in my childhood, because, as a result, nothing that has happened in the world since then has ever seemed quite so bad. On the other hand, I never entirely got over my feeling of being cheated when the promised era of peace in a wonderful "post-war world" failed to materialize. I could not understand how, after all that, people could ever even think of fighting again. And I still can't.

Why does merely attempting to understand Reality so often seem to lead to going insane?