The chemistry of dissatisfaction is as the chemistry of some marvelously potent tar. In it are the building stones of explosives, stimulants, poisons, opiates, perfumes and stenches.
A man by himself is in bad company.
No one has a right to happiness.
Man is the only creature that strives to surpass himself, and yearns for the impossible.
It is startling to realize how much unbelief is necessary to make belief possible.
The weakness of a soul is proportionate to the number of truths that must be kept from it.