When We Encounter a Man Who Boasts…

When we encounter a man who boasts about something that should shame him, we see how easily cleverness turns into vice. To have such a quality, it is better to always be deceived! Undoubtedly, there is no moral embarrassment in being a victim, nor in giving credit to those who do not deserve it. If something is lost, it goes without leaving a mark on the conscience, and time never exacts the price of remorse. The one who wins, however, will realize that what he has gained is little, and will be happier to the extent that the vileness he nurtures leaves no room for objections—complete happiness, as we can see, is only possible for an animal.

The Human Capacity to Get Rid…

The human capacity to get rid of the powerful impression caused by death is impressive. When experienced, it seems decisive, there seems to be a certainty that its vividness will never leave the memory. But then time passes, and the day comes when it is as if it had never happened, and one lives peacefully, ignoring what once seemed like a lesson. Forgetting is a gift; but only partially: remembering, sometimes, is ensuring that the past has not been in vain.

There Is Not a Single Newspaper Article…

There is not a single newspaper article that deserves to be printed and saved for the future, as is done with all literature of value. So how is it possible that so many people read and are convinced of the false importance attributed to newspaper articles? Journalism never brings the reader closer to any truly important issue. What it does is distance him from his individuality and involve him in issues that are completely outside his sphere of influence, that do not interfere with his life, and when they do interfere, it is the kind of interference against which nothing can be done. A practical contribution, therefore, is nil; not to mention that, more often than not, journalism inspires nothing but bad feelings. It is always best to despise it. And, depending on it for one’s livelihood, it is best to leave it and seek another profession. Apart from that, there are good journalists. But a good journalist is a sick man who cannot leave journalism because he suffers from having it as his vocation.

It Is Striking to Note How Something…

It is striking to note how something that is believed to be pleasurable immediately ceases to be so when it becomes a profession. It is as if, only now, the unpleasant aspects of the activity begin to weigh heavily. Good results, once a reward, cease to be satisfying once they become a necessity. And the seriousness that surrounds the process ends up making it exhausting. In the rare cases where this does not happen, it is wise to give thanks, for one was truly born to practice that occupation.