ما أعجب السير في الضباب الحياة وحدة فليس هناك إنسان يعرف الآخر كل إنسان وحيد - Hermann Hesse

Within you, there is a stillness and a sanctuary to which you can retreat at anytime and be yourself.

Life is always frightful. We cannot help it and we are responsible all the same. One's born at once one is guilty.

A man cannot live intensely except at the cost of the self. Now the bourgeois treasures nothing more highly than the self (rudimentary as his may be). And so at the cost of intensity he achieves his own preservation and security. His harvest is a quiet mind which he prefers to being possessed by God, as he does comfort to pleasure, convenience to liberty, and a pleasant temperature to that deathly inner consuming fire. The bourgeois is consequently by nature a creature of weak impulses, anxious, fearful of giving himself away and easy to rule. Therefore, he has substituted majority for power, law for force, and the polling booth for responsibility.