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Desire, at the end, was a malady, or a madness, or both. I grew careless of the lives of others.
When you really want love you will find it waiting for you.
The supreme vice is shallowness.
To regret one’s own experiences is to arrest one’s own development. To deny one’s own experiences is to put a lie into the lips of one’s own life. It
Pity he has, of course, for the poor, for those who are shut up in prisons, for the lowly, for the wretched; but he has far more pity for the rich, for the hard hedonists, for those who waste their freedom in becoming slaves to things, for those who wear soft raiment and live in kings’ houses.
