A First Visit To A Madhouse Is

Everything Becomes So Problematic Because Of Basic Faults: From A Discontent With Myself.

We Are Imprisoned In The Realm Of Life, Like A Sailor On His Tiny Boat, On An Infinite Ocean.

If I Have A Stupid Day, Everything Looks Wrong To Me.

The Selection Of Leadership Must Follow Practical Considerations. Maybe I Look At Things Too Pessimistically?

How One Can Live Without Being Able To Judge Oneself, Criticize What One Has Accomplished, And Still Enjoy What One Does, Is Unimaginable To Me.