For who would dare to assert that eternal happiness can compensate for a single moment's human suffering
For who would dare to assert that eternal happiness can compensate for a single moment's human suffering
I know that man is capable of great deeds. But if he isn't capable of great emotion, well, he leaves me cold.
In this respect, our townsfolk were like everybody else, wrapped up in themselves; in other words, they were humanists: they disbelieved in pestilences. A pestilence isn't a thing made to man's measure; therefore we tell ourselves that pestilence is a mere bogy of the mind, a bad dream that will pass away. But it doesn't always pass away and, from one bad dream to another, it is men who pass away, and the humanists first of all, because they have taken no precautions.
It is in the thick of calamity that one gets hardened to the truth - in other words, to silence.
The truth is that everyone is bored, and devotes himself to cultivating habits.
There are more things to admire in men then to despise.
They knew now that if there is one thing one can always yearn for, and sometimes attain, it is human love.
What's true of all the evils in the world is true of plague as well. It helps men to rise above themselves.
Am well. Thinking of you always. Love
And indeed it could be said that once the faintest stirring of hope became possible, the dominion of plague was ended.
But again and again there comes a time in history when the man who dares to say that two and two make four is punished with death. The schoolteacher is well aware of this. And the question is not one of knowing what punishment or reward attends the making of this calculation. The question is one of knowing whether two and two do make four
But what does it mean, the plague? It's life, that's all.
But, you know, I feel more fellowship with the defeated than with saints. Heroism and sanctity don't really appeal to me, I imagine. What interests me is being a man.
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