To a profound pessimist about life, being in danger is not depressing.
So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.
Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall.
Life is much more successfully looked at from a single window.
Life is essentially a cheat and its conditions are those of defeat, and that the redeeming things are not ‘happiness and pleasure’ but the deeper satisfactions that come out of struggle.
It is not life that’s complicated, it’s the struggle to guide and control life.
I was within and without, simultaneously enchanted and repelled by the inexhaustible variety of life.
All life is just a progression toward, and then a recession from, one phrase – ‘I love you.’
All I kept thinking about, over and over, was ‘You can’t live forever, you can’t live forever.’
After all, life hasn’t much to offer except youth and I suppose for older people the love of youth in others.
