If one's fated to be born in Caesar's Empire, let him live aloof, provincial, by the seashore.
The real history of consciousness starts with one's first lie.
If I can get somewhere, I'm all right. If not, I'm miserable.
I got caught up in the proletariat the way Marx describes it.
Tragedy, as you know, is always a fait accompli, whereas terror always has to do with anticipation, with man's recognition of hisown negative potential--with his sense of what he is capable of.
Boredom is your window on the properties of time that one tends to ignore to the likely peril of one's mental equilibrium. It is your window on time's infinity. Once this window opens, don't try to shut it; on the contrary, throw it wide open.