It has been a long time since philosophers have read men's souls. It is not their task, we are told. Perhaps. But we must not be surprised if they no longer matter much to us.

To Foreswear vengeance is to chain oneself to forgiveness, to flounder in pardon, to be tainted by the hatred smothered within.

The more we try to rest ourselves from our Egos, the deeper we sink into it.

I have always struggled, with the sole intention of ceasing to struggle. Result: zero.

I don’t understand how people can believe in God, even when I myself think of him everyday.

To devastate by language, to blow up the word and with it the world.

What do you do from morning to night?" "I endure myself.