Without society, and a society to our taste, men are never contented.
Men who have not known the horror of death are not likely to be awed by it.
Hope is like a path in the countryside. Originally, there is nothing - but as people walk this way again and again, a path appears.
Lies written in ink cannot disguise facts written in blood.
If there are still men who really want to live in this world, they should first dare to speak out, to laugh, to cry, to be angry, to accuse, to fight-that they may at least cleanse this accursed place of its accursed atmosphere!
The ability to forget the past enables people to free themselves gradually from the pain they once suffered; but it also often makes them repeat the mistakes of their predecessors.
Imagine an iron house without windows, absolutely indestructible, with many people fast asleep inside who will soon die of suffocation. But you know since they will die in their sleep, they will not feel the pain of death. Now if you cry aloud to wake a few of the lighter sleepers, making those unfortunate few suffer the agony of irrevocable death, do you think you are doing them a good turn?
A Lesbian who consents to guilt for her sexual preference is her own worst oppressor. She accepts and internalizes prejudices and uses them against herself.
I certainly understand very much what it's (like when) an expense comes up and you're trying to figure out how to pay for it.
All compounded things are subject to decay. Strive with diligence!
It broke my heart when I learned the moon had been passing the sun’s light off as its own.