Sometimes not seeing things can be a blessing.

Life is not so idiotically mathematical that only the big eat the small; it is just as common for a bee to kill a lion or at least to drive it mad.

I, too, am beginning to feel an immense need to become a savage and create a new world.

That is the thankless position of the father in the family-the provider for all, and the enemy of all.

Sorrow has the fortunate peculiarity that it preys upon itself. It dies of starvation. Since it is essentially an interruption of habits, it can be replaced by new habits. Constituting, as it does, a void, it is soon filled up by a real horror vacuum.

The further from one another, the nearer one can be.

What an occupation! To sit and flay your fellow men and then offer their skins for sale and expect them to buy them.