I don’t actually take much stock in the collapsing culture bit. I’m beginning to see it instead as the conduct of life without input from your soul.
... unless you made your life a turning point, there was no reason for existing.
A man should be able to hear, and to bear, the worst that could be said of him.
Whoever wants to reach a distant goal must take small steps.
Do we always, always to the point of misery, do a thing?
The flesh would shrink and go, the blood would dry, but no one believes in his mind of minds or heart of hearts that the pictures do stop.