People who praise illness as bringing out the best in people ought to have their heads examined. Pain forces you to think about yourself, directs your interest to your own body and what is happening to it. You don't reach out benevolently, filled with good will for others. You don't seem to care enough. Pain makes you a little person, not a big one, and not a nice one, except perhaps in the case of saints, and I've never known one.

People who praise illness as bringing out the best in people ought to have their heads examined. Pain forces you to think about yourself, directs your interest to your own body and what is happening to it. You don't reach out benevolently, filled with good will for others. You don't seem to care enough. Pain makes you a little person, not a big one, and not a nice one, except perhaps in the case of saints, and I've never known one.

People who care nothing about money probably exist or we wouldn't hear so much about them. But I've never encountered one in the flesh.

The only love from which a man never recuperates is the one he never had. The eternal and untarnished illusion.

There's no disillusionment like learning that forbidden fruit can be unpleasant.

What seems most likely is generally true.

The young never take anything seriously if it sounds simple.