Seeing My Malevolent Face In The Mirror,

The Enlightenment Needs More Shadow; The Romantic Movement Less.

Pity Drowns In Numbers.

Profusion Gives Pleasure Up To A Point; Then We Become Squeamish.

Self-satisfaction And Self-pity Are Both Condemned. What Are People Permitted To Feel About Themselves?

Ideologies Can Survive Hostility, But Not Indifference.