There is a rollicking kindness that looks like malice.
Along the journey we commonly forget its goal. Almost every vocation is chosen and entered upon as a means to a purpose but is ultimately continued as a final purpose in itself. Forgetting our objectives is the most frequent stupidity in which we indulge ourselves.
Early in the morning, at break of day, in all the freshness and dawn of one's strength, to read a book -I call that vicious!
There is only a perspective seeing, only a perspective 'knowing'; and the more affects we allow to speak about one thing, the more eyes, different eyes, we can use to observe one thing, the more complete will our 'concept' of this thing, our 'objectivity,' be.
Hope in reality is the worst of all evils because it prolongs the torments of man.