Melancholy is at the bottom of everything, just as at the end of all rivers is the sea. Can it be otherwise in a world where nothi...ng lasts, where all that we have loved or shall love must die? Is death, then, the secret of life? The gloom of an eternal mourning enwraps, more or less closely, every serious and thoughtful soul, as night enwraps the universe.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I think that carrying a baby inside of you is like running as fast as you can. It feels like finally letting go and filling yourse...lf up to the widest limits.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Economic growth may one day turn out to be a curse rather than a good, and under no conditions can it either lead into freedom or ...constitute a proof for its existence.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Seldom, very seldom, does complete truth belong to any human disclosure; seldom can it happen that something is not a little disgu...ised, or a little mistaken.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Cash-payment never was, or could except for a few years be, the union-bond of man to man. Cash never yet paid one man fully his de...serts to another; nor could it, nor can it, now or henceforth to the end of the world.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Can it be that chance has made me one of those women so immersed in one man that, whether they are barren or not, they carry with ...them to the grave the shriveled innocence of an old maid?LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
"I" is a militant social tendency, working to hold and enlarge its place in the general current of tendencies. So far as it can it... waxes, as all life does. To think of it as apart from society is a palpable absurdity of which no one could be guilty who really saw it as a fact of life.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »