Rob the average man of his life-illusion, and you rob him of his happiness at the same stroke.

You see, there are some people that one loves, and others that perhaps one would rather be with.

The strongest men are the most alone.

To live is to war with trolls in heart and woul. To write is to sit in judgement on oneself.

There is something so indescribably sweet and satisfying in the knowledge that a husband or wife has forgiven the other freely, and from the heart.

I'm inclined to think we are all ghosts-every one of us. It's not just what we inherit from our mothers and fathers that haunts us. Its all kinds of old defunct theories, all sorts of old defunct beliefs, and things like that.

...every man shares the responsibility and the guilt of the society to which he belongs.