The Modern State No Longer Has Anything

I Know The Compassion Of Others Is A Relief At First. I Don't Despise It. But It Can't Quench Pain, It Slips Through Your Soul As Through A Sieve. And When Our Suffering Has Been Dragged From One Pity To Another, As From One Mouth To Another, We Can No Longer Respect Or Love It.

A Poor Man With Nothing In His Belly Needs Hope, Illusion, More Than Bread.

Justice In The Hands Of The Powerful Is Merely A Governing System Like Any Other. Why Call It Justice?

Hell Is Not To Love Anymore.

Optimism Has Always Seemed To Me The Cunning Alibi Of Egoists, Anxious To Cover Up Their State Of Chronic Self-satisfaction. They Are Optimists In Order To Avoid Pitying Other Men And Their Misfortune. ~~ Yet Pity Is A Vexed Question.