Boredom is an instrument of social control. Power is the power to impose boredom, to command stasis, to combine this stasis with anguish. The real tedium, deep tedium, is seasoned with terror and with death.
The hour that burst the spirit's sleep.
I don't know exactly how it's done. I let it alone a good deal.
One thought-murder a day keeps the psychiatrist away.
In expressing love we belong among the undeveloped countries.
The soul has to find and hold its ground against hostile forces, sometimes embodied in ideas which frequently deny its very existence, and which indeed often seem to be trying to annul it altogether.