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"I began to keep tabs on my smiles, and soon I felt a tiny crack opening up between the person I had been and the person I should be (according to the spirit of the times) and tried to be." (32)
"I felt my soul shrivelling, I felt it retreating, and I was frightened by the thought that it could not escape its encirclement." (62)
"All I'm trying to say is that no great movement designed to change the world can bear sarcasm or mockery, because they are a rust that corrodes all it touches." (242)
"There are people who claim to love humanity, while others object that we can only love in the singular, that is, only individuals. I agree and add that what goes for love also goes for hate. Man, this bring pining for equilibrium, balances the weight of evil piled on his back with the weight of hatred. But try directing your hatred at mere abstract principles, at injustice, fanaticism, cruelty, or, if you've managed to find the human principle itself hateful, then try hating mankind! Such hatreds are beyond human capacity, and so man, if he wishes to relieve his anger (aware as he is of its limited power) concentrates it on a single individual." (271)
"What was it, then, that was mistaken? History itself? History the divine, the rational? But why call them history's errors? They seem so to my human reason, but if history really has its own reason, why should that reason fare about human understanding, and why should it be as serious as a schoolmarm? What if history plays jokes? And then I realised how powerless I was to revoke my own joke when throughout my life as a whole I was involved in a joke much more vast (all embracing for me) and utterly irrevocable." (288-9)
"I felt my soul shrivelling, I felt it retreating, and I was frightened by the thought that it could not escape its encirclement." (62)
"All I'm trying to say is that no great movement designed to change the world can bear sarcasm or mockery, because they are a rust that corrodes all it touches." (242)
"There are people who claim to love humanity, while others object that we can only love in the singular, that is, only individuals. I agree and add that what goes for love also goes for hate. Man, this bring pining for equilibrium, balances the weight of evil piled on his back with the weight of hatred. But try directing your hatred at mere abstract principles, at injustice, fanaticism, cruelty, or, if you've managed to find the human principle itself hateful, then try hating mankind! Such hatreds are beyond human capacity, and so man, if he wishes to relieve his anger (aware as he is of its limited power) concentrates it on a single individual." (271)
"What was it, then, that was mistaken? History itself? History the divine, the rational? But why call them history's errors? They seem so to my human reason, but if history really has its own reason, why should that reason fare about human understanding, and why should it be as serious as a schoolmarm? What if history plays jokes? And then I realised how powerless I was to revoke my own joke when throughout my life as a whole I was involved in a joke much more vast (all embracing for me) and utterly irrevocable." (288-9)