If some great catastrophe is not announced every morning, we feel a ce >>
Our judgments judge us, and nothing reveals us, exposes our weaknesses >>
Science means simply the aggregate of all the recipes that are always >>
Latent in every man is a venom of amazing bitterness, a black resentme >>
But I do nothing upon myself, and yet I am my own executioner. >>
I have never been contained except I made the prison >>
Latent in every man is a venom of amazing bitterness, a black resentment; something that curses and loathes life, a feeling of being trapped, of having trusted and been fooled, of being the helpless prey of impotent rage, blind surrender, the victim of a savage, ruthless power that gives and takes away, enlists a man, and crowning injury inflicts upon him the humiliation of feeling sorry for himself.