Ego needs an enemy, something to be against, in order to invigorate itself.
In the cinema, an audience takes for real the images on the screen. Back on the street, same phenomenon—people feeling this way or that, taking for real the thoughts in their heads.
Help is not to be had by looking outside of ourselves. This is the folly of prayer.
The fool who persists in his folly becomes wise.
Do not all things work for good?
Fidelity is not an achievement; it’s man’s natural state. See what a mess is created when we profane ourselves, when we behave in a way that is contrary to our own best interests.
We are concealed by ease, dulled by security, made absurd by luxury. “The true man is revealed in difficult times.”
Who am I? Watch me when things go wrong. You’ll see me then.