Who cares!

Here we have the paradox, the potentially tragic paradox, that our relatedness to others is an essential aspect of our being, as is our separateness, but any particular person is not a necessary part of...

So what do you want? Does what happens inside show on the outside? There is such a great fire in one’s soul, and yet nobody ever comes to warm themselves there, and passersby see nothing...

And the supreme mystery was simply this: here was one room; there another. Did religion solve that, or love?

Geniusz to brak przystosowania.