As for hobbies, people with stimulating hobbies suffer from the most noxious of despairs since they are tranquilized in their despair.

It makes people nervous for one to step out of one's role.

To become aware of the possibility of the search is to be onto something.

They all think any minute I'm going to commit suicide. What a joke. The truth of course is the exact opposite: suicide is the only thing that keeps me alive. Whenever everything else fails, all I have to do is consider suicide and in two seconds I'm as cheerful as a nitwit. But if I could not kill myself -- ah then, I would. I can do without nembutal or murder mysteries but not without suicide.

The so-called sexual revolution is not, as advertised, a liberation of sexual behavior but rather its reversal. In former days, even under Victoria, sexual intercourse was the natural end and culmination of heterosexual relations. Now one begins with genital overtures instead of a handshake, then waits to see what will turn up (e.g., might become friends later). Like dogs greeting each other nose to tail and tail to nose.

There is no pain on this earth like seeing the same woman look at another man the way she once looked at you.

Where there is chance of gain, there is also chance of loss. Whenever one courts great happiness, one also risks malaise.