Poor man. Poor mankind.
To know, to get into the truth of anything, is ever a mystic art, of which the best logic's can but babble on the surface.
Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do that with all thy might and leave the issues calmly to God.
Do the duty which lies nearest to you, the second duty will then become clearer.
Not what you possess but what you do with what you have, determines your true worth.
The devil has his elect.
Blessed is he who has found his work; let him ask no other blessedness.
I absorbed the lie that any smart woman would use birth control and be responsible for her body. Obviously that's not true.
I went to the Vatican once - it was a bad idea. I went into the bookshop and I bought hideous, pious postcards and then I asked for a receipt, and the nun said, "We don't give receipts at the Vatican. " Which threw me into a rage of like, "I guess not, so you can take this money and funnel it into anti-homosexual groups!" People had to drag me out of there. It's not good for me to go into the Vatican.
And I, who have never thought in terms of a life, think to myself that I could make a life out of this.
My definition of likeable may be different from other people's. That's not traditional likeable. Sympathy is a different thing [to define it].