destructiveness comes only when life isn't lived. People who can live their lives don't destroy themselves.
Pearl S. BuckThe body was so little a part of him that its final stillness seemed nothing of importance. He was half out of it anyway and death was only a slipping out of it altogether and being at last what he always was, a spirit. We buried the pearly shell upon the mountain top.
Pearl S. BuckIt is difficult not to wonder whether that combination of elements which produces a machine for labor does not create also a soul of sorts, a dull resentful metallic will, which can rebel at times.
Pearl S. Buck