I've never been one to tear the social fabric.
how hard it must be to live only with what one knows and what one remembers, cut off from what one hopes for!
Find your happiness in yourself.
There is scarcely any passion without struggle.
Indeed, men never know how to love. nothing satisfies them. All they know is to dream, to imagine new duties, to look for new countries and new homes. While we women, we know that we must hasten to love, to share the same bed, hold hands, and fear absence. When we women love, we dream of nothing.
The realization that life is absurd cannot be an end, but only a beginning.
Man cannot do without beauty, and this is what our era pretends to want to disregard.
Your jobs come back under a Trump administration. Your income goes up under a Trump administration.
The empiric easily degenerates into the quack. He does not know where his knowledge begins or leaves off, and so when he gets beyond routine conditions he begins to pretend-to make claims for which there is no justification, and to trust to luck and to ability to impose upon others-to "bluff. "
Where the good begins. - Where the poor power of the eye can no longer see the evil impulse as such because it has become too subtle, man posits the realm of goodness; and the feeling that we have now entered the realm of goodness excites all those impulses which had been threatened and limited by the evil impulses, like the feeling of security, of comfort, of benevolence. Hence, the duller the eye, the more extensive the good. Hence the eternal cheerfulness of the common people and of children. Hence the gloominess and grief - akin to a bad conscience - of the great thinkers.
I'm not a comic book guy at all.