Happy is the civilization which can breed men accustomed from infancy to regard certain at least of the ego's natural activities as unthinkable.

“We need to return from the self-centred concept of sincerity to the other-centr…”

“I feel half faded away like some figure in the background of an old picture.”

“A bad review is even less important than whether it is raining in Patagonia.”

“... he felt himself to be one of them, who can live neither in the world nor ou…”