Cynically, Yours

There are two ways to fall into idealism: The one consists of dissolving the real in subjectivity; the other in denying all real subjectivity in the interests of objectivity. The truth is that subjectivity is neither everything nor nothing; it represents a moment in the objective process (that in which externality is internalised), and this moment is perpetually eliminated only to be perpetually reborn.

If anybody achieves at least endurance of misery, he has already accomplished an almost superhuman task.

If you want a picture of the future, imagine a boot stamping on a human face—forever.

But in the end one needs more courage to live than to kill himself.

People say put something in your refrigerator, it’ll make your house feel more like a home, they say buy furniture, they say lots of things that cannot cure us of the conviction that we’re living the life of a ghost. About all we’ve learned since we’ve been single is this: we can do whatever we want, but there’s nothing we want to do.

I die more often than many.

The impulse to go into hiding: quite strong at times. Perhaps I will someday. But.