He hasn't an enemy in the world, and none of his friend like him.
Suffering is one very long moment. We cannot divide it by seasons.
I forget what killed it. I think it was her proposing to sacrifice the whole world for me. That is always a dreadful moment. It fills one with the terror of eternity.
It is curious how vanity helps the successful man and wrecks the failure.
I have learned this: it is not what one does that is wrong, but what one becomes as a consequence of it.
Out of the unreal shadows of night comes back the real life that we had known. We have to resume it where we had left off... p 207