Is not man himself the most unsettled of all the creatures of the earth? What is this trembling sensation that is intensified with each ascending step in the natural order?
It so difficult to know what the people we love really need.
There is no forgiveness in nature.
At any given moment, I open my eyes and exist.
Who cares about great marks left behind? We have one life... just one. Our life. We have nothing else.
We know well enough when we're being unjust and despicable. but we don't restrain ourselves because we experience a certain pleasure, a primitive sort of satisfaction in moments like that.