2002-11-21 12:22:06 ET

Life can be
magnificent and
that is its whole
tragedy. Without
beauty, love, or
danger, it would be
almost easy to live.


Neither despair nor joy seems
justified before this sky and the
shining suffocating heat pouring
down from it.


We used to wonder where war lived, what it was that
made it so vile. And now we know where it lives, that
it is inside ourselves


If there is a sin against life, it consists perhaps not so much in despairing of life as in hoping for another life and in eluding the implacable grandeur of this life.


Men are never convinced of your
reasons, of your sincerity, of the
seriousness of your sufferings,
except by your death. So long as
you are alive, your case is
doubtful; you have a right only to
your skepticism.


2002-11-21 12:49:54 ET


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