Commonplaces are the tramways of intellectual transportation.
Abasement, degradation is simply the manner of life of the man who has refused to be what it is his duty to be.
The world is the sum-total of our vital possibilities.
Life is fired at us point blank.
Hating someone is feeling irritation by their mere existence.
We live at a time when man believes himself fabulously capable of creation, but he does not know what to create.