Real Misery Cuts Off All Paths To

... He Felt Himself To Be One Of Them, Who Can Live Neither In The World Nor Out Of It. They Are A Kind Of Sick People, Whose Desire For God Makes Them Unsatisfactory Citizens Of An Ordinary Life, But Whose Strength Or Temperament Fails Them To Surrender The World Completely; And Present-day Society, With Its Hurried Pace And Its Mechanical And Technical Structure, Offers No Home To These Unhappy Souls.

There Is No Triumph Of Good, And If There Were It Would Not Be A Triumph Of Good.

How Rarely Can Happiness Be Really Innocent And Not Triumphant, Not An Insult To The Deprived.

Language Is A Machine For Making Falsehoods.

To Be A Complete Victim May Be Another Source Of Power.