If you’re in trouble or hurt or need — go to poor people. They’re the only ones that’ll help — the only ones.
For it is said that humans are never satisfied, that you give them one thing and they want something more. And this is said in disparagement, whereas it is one of the greatest talents the species has and one that has made it superior to animals that are satisfied with what they have.
For every man in the world functions to the best of his ability, and no one does less than his best, no matter what he may think about it.
When the virus of restlessness begins to take possession of a wayward man, and the road away from Here seems broad and straight and sweet, the victim must first find himself a good and sufficient reason for going.
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.
This monster of a land, this mightiest of nations, this spawn of the future, turns out to be the macrocosm of microcosm me.