Not seeing people allows you to think of them as perfect in all kinds of ways.

As we have said, robust souls are sometimes almost, but not entirely, overthrown by strokes of misfortune....Despair has steps leading upward. From total depression we rise to despondency, from despondency to affliction, from affliction to melancholy. Melancholy is a twilight state in which suffering transmutes into a somber joy....Melancholy is the enjoyment of being sad.

No religion but blasphemes a little.

I love all men who think, even those who think otherwise than myself.

When we are at the end of life, to die means to go away; when we are at the beginning, to go away means to die.

Hope is a delusion; no hand can grasp a wave or a shadow.

The beginning as well as the end of all his thoughts was hatred of human law, that hatred which, if it be not checked in its growth by some providential event, becomes, in a certain time, hatred of society, then hatred of the human race, and then hatred of creation, and reveals itself by a vague and incessant desire to injure some living being, it matters not who.