God! how is it that we fail to recognize that the mask of pleasure, stripped of all hypocrisy, is that of anguish?

Suicide only really frightens those who are never tempted by it and never will be, for its darkness only welcomes those who are predestined to it.

God! how is it that we fail to recognize that the mask of pleasure, stripped of all hypocrisy, is that of anguish?

But I shall give less thought to the future, I shall work in the present. I feel such work is within my power. For I only succeed in small things, and when I am tried by anxiety, I am bound to say it is the small joys that release me.

Hell is not to love anymore.

A poor man with nothing in his belly needs hope, illusion, more than bread.

Who are you to condemn another's sin? He who condemns sin becomes part of it, espouses it.