I Don't Think I Have A Tragic

For An Introvert His Environment Is Himself And Can Never Be Subject To Startling Or Unforeseen Change.

The Consuming Desire Of Most Human Beings Is Deliberately To Plant Their Whole Life In The Hands Of Some Other Person. I Would Describe This Method Of Searching For Happiness As Immature. Development Of Character Consists Solely In Moving Toward Self-sufficiency.

The World Now Seems A Stunningly Ignoble Place. It Has Not Really Grown All That Much Worse But Appears To Have Done So Because We Know So Much More About It Than We Did.

I Was Beaten Up Wherever I Went, And People Shouted At Me And Cursed Me And Threw Things At Me.

To My Disappointment I Now Realized That To Know All Is Not To Forgive All. It Is To Despise Everybody.