"Whenever I take up a book, and begin to read it…I realize that what I hold in my hands is no longer just an object, or even simply a living thing.
I am aware of a rational being, of a consciousness; the consciousness of another, no different from

"It's madness
to hate all roses
because you got scratched with one thorn,

to give up all dreams
because one of them didn't come true,

to give up all attempts
because one of them failed.

It's folly to condemn all your friends
because one has betray