What if I slept a little more and forgot about all this nonsense.

Martyrs do not underrate the body, they allow it to be elevated on the cross. In this they are at one with their antagonists.

You're not cross with me, though?" he said. She pulled her hand away and answered, "No, no, I'm never cross with anyone.

The door could not be heard slamming; they had probably left it open, as is the custom in homes where a great misfortune has occurred.

Celibacy and suicide are a similar levels of understanding, suicide and a martyr's death not so by any means, perhaps marriage and a martyr's death.

I have hardly anything in common with myself and should stand very quietly in a corner, content that I can breathe.

Everything is deception: seeking the minimum of illusion, keeping within the ordinary limitations, seeking the maximum. In the first case one cheats the Good, by trying to make it too easy for oneself to get it, and the Evil by imposing all too unfavorable conditions of warfare on it. In the second case one cheats the Good by keeping as aloof from it as possible, and the Evil by hoping to make it powerless through intensifying it to the utmost.