We live in our own world, A world that is too small For you to stoop and enter Even on hands and knees, The adult subterfuge.

I find the present monotonous and absurd spectacle of the world outside me so completely lacking in value or nobility that I can scarcely conceive of it as being the world.

I may be shallow, but my thoughts are deep.

And I know that it's a wonderful world, but I cant feel it right now.

Life is deep and simple, and what our society gives us is shallow and complicated.

I cannot hold with those who wish to put down the insignificant chatter of the world.

Be disciple of depth in shallow world.

We've lost our sense of ethics; we live in a world of small-mindedness, of gratification without happiness and actions without meaning.

I am ashamed to see what a shallow village tale our so-called History is.

I am a deeply superficial person.

I am abandoned in the world... in the sense that I find myself suddenly alone and without help, engaged in a world for which I bear the whole responsibility without being able, no matter what I do, to tear myself away from this responsibility for an instant.

I am tired of this world, these people. I am tired of being caught in the tangle of their lives.

The world is not with us enough.

I can handle reality in small doses, but as a lifestyle, it's much too confining.