We Fell Morally Ill Because

The Kind Of Hope That I Often Think About…i Understand Above All As A State Of Mind, Not A State Of The World. Either We Have Hope Within Us, Or We Don’t. It Is A Dimension Of The Soul It’s Not Essentially Dependent Upon Some Particular Observation Of The World Or Estimate Of The Situation. Hope Is Not The Conviction That Something Will Turn Out Well, But The Certainty That Something Makes Sense, Regardless Of How It Turns Out.

The Attempt To Devote Oneself To Literature Alone Is A Most Deceptive Thing, And ... Often, Paradoxically, It Is Literature That Suffers For It.

The Experience I'm Talking About Has Given Me One Certainty: The Salvation Of This Human World Lies Nowhere Else Than In The Human Heart, In The Human Power To Reflect, In Human Meekness And In Human Responsibility. Without A Global Revolution In Human Consciousness, Nothing Will Change For The Better, And The Catastrophe Toward Which This World Is Headed Will Be Unavoidable.

Sometimes I Wonder If Suicides Aren't In Fact Sad Guardians Of The Meaning Of Life.

I Think Its Important For One To Take A Certain Distance From Oneself.