it is hard for anyone who is dissatisfied not to blame some one else, and especially the person nearest of all to him, for the ground of his dissatisfaction.

Am I mad, to see what others do not see, or are they mad who are responsible for all that I am seeing?

Is it really possible to tell someone else what one feels?

Without knowing what I am and why I am here, life is impossible.

We can know only that we know nothing. And that is the highest degree of human wisdom.

Can it be that I have overlooked something, that there is something which I have failed to understand? Is it not possible that this state of despair is common to everyone?

She was in that highly-wrought state when the reasoning powers act with great rapidity: the state a man is in before a battle or a struggle, in danger, and at the decisive moments of life - those moments when a man shows once and for all what he is worth, that his past was not lived in vain but was a preparation for these moments.