A vague uneasiness: the police. It's like when you suddenly understand you have to undress in front of the doctor.

Justice! Custodian of the world! But since the world errs, justice must be custodian of the world's errors.

A vague uneasiness: the police. It's like when you suddenly understand you have to undress in front of the doctor.

It so difficult to know what the people we love really need.

If we have anything kind to say, any tender sentiment to express, we feel a sense of shame.

There is no forgiveness in nature.

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.