To have assumed, for instance, that the deterioration of language and its debasement was tantamount to dehumanization led straight to cultural fascism.
The Dictator must have living crowds and also a crowd of corpses.
Every man realizes that he has to love something or somebody. He feels that he must go outward. ‘If thou canst not love, what art thou?
Dopo aver riflettuto a lungo, esitato, e lottato con se stesso, invariabilmente sceglieva la strada che innumerevoli volte aveva respinto. Una.
The true soul is the one that pays the price. It suffers and gets sick, and it realizes that the pretender can’t be loved.
And truth is true only as it brings down more disgrace and dreariness upon human beings, so that if it shows anything except evil it is illusion, and not truth.
Answer a fool according to his folly lest he be wise in his own conceit. Answer not a fool according to his folly, lest thou be like unto him. Choose one.
Hearts quaking with cheap and feeble charity or oozing potato love have not written history.
Now: the first requirement of stability in a human being was that the said human being should really desire to exist. This is what Spinoza says.
If energy is delight and exuberance is beauty, the manic depressive knows more about life than anyone else. Didn’t Freud say happiness was nothing more than the remission of pain? So, the more pain, the intenser the happiness.
Gratitude! I was deeply grateful. But the politic gratitude of weakness, of the sufferer, furious underneath.
I got a lawyer, and she got one, too, and both of them talk and send me bills, and I eat my heart out.
The lawyers – see? – draw up an agreement, and she says okay on Monday and wants more money on Tuesday. And it begins again.
She just has fixed herself on me to kill me. She can do it at long distance. One of these days I’ll be struck down by suffocation or apoplexy because of her.
Not that long disease, my life, but that long convalescence, my life. The liberal-bourgeois revision, the illusion of improvement, the poison of hope.
Because you’re a highbrow and married a highbrow broad. Somewhere in every intellectual is a dumb prick. You guys can’t answer your own questions –.
A rich man may be free on an income of a million net. A poor man may be free because nobody cares what he does. But a fellow in my position has to sweat it out until he drops dead.
No, it was me. I didn’t want to leave, but I couldn’t stay. Somebody had to take the initiative. I did. Now I’m the fall guy too.
You were lucky even then to make yourself understood. And this happened over and over and over with everyone you met. You had to translate and translate, explain and explain, back and forth, and it was the punishment of hell itself not to understand or be understood, not to know the crazy from the sane, the wise from the fools, the young from the old or the sick from the well.
I felt singularly ashamed of not being a doctor.