What freedom men and women could have, were they not constantly tricked and trapped and enslaved and tortured by their sexuality! The only drawback in that freedom is that without it one would not be a human. One would be a monster.
There is a price for being good the same as for being bad; a cost to pay. And it’s the good men that can’t deny the bill when it comes around. They can’t deny it, like the honest man that gambles. The bad men can deny it; that’s why don’t anybody expect them to pay on sight or any other time. But the good can’t.
There are just some kind of men who’re so busy worrying about the next world they’ve never learned to live in this one.
The life which men praise and regard as successful is but one kind. Why should we exaggerate any one kind at the expense of the others?