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.

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

Every murder strikes at the heart of civilization; it is an attack on all mankind.

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

Nothing is as depressing as absolute logic. Look at the maze of French politics perpetrated by a logical people.

Night thoughts aren't to be trusted.

cruelty is the only thing that strikes me as completely unforgivable. The unpardonable sin.