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.

The strength of weak people constantly appalls me. Have you ever seen a vine kill an oak tree? Deadly.

Hatred is one of the poisons; like jaundice, it alters the true colors of things.

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

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.

Night thoughts aren't to be trusted.

People don't really change. Not fundamentally. When they surprise us, it is because we failed to recognize their potentialities.