"Roses," she thought sardonically, "All trash, m'dear." Mrs. Dalloway
Without injustices, the name of justice would mean what? Fragments
It was not only that I could not become spiteful, I did not know how to become anything; neither spiteful nor kind, neither a rascal nor an honest man, neither a hero nor an insect. Now, I am living out my life in my corner, taunting myself with the spiteful and useless consolation that an intelligent man cannot become anything seriously, and it is only the fool who becomes anything. Notes from Underground
When life itself seems lunatic, who knows where madness lies? Don Quixote
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