Can a man of perception respect himself at all?

The world stands on absurdities, and without them perhaps nothing at all would happen.

I wanted to discuss the suffering of humanity in general, but perhaps we'd better confine ourselves to the sufferings of children.

So long as man remains free he strives for nothing so incessantly and so painfully as to find someone to worship.

Money is coined liberty, and so it is ten times dearer to a man who is deprived of freedom. If money is jingling in his pocket, he is half consoled, even though he cannot spend it.

Can a man possessing conciousness ever really respect himself?

Deprived of meaningful work, men and women lose their reason for existence; they go stark, raving mad.