Happiness
(page 8)
By all means marry; if you get a good wife, you'll be happy. If you get a bad one, you'll become a philosopher.
Can you imagine a world without men? No crime and lots of happy fat women.
I had the feeling of slipping down a smooth bottomless pit. It had nothing to do with Breuer and the people. It had nothing to do with Pat even. It was the melancholy secret that reality can arouse desires but never satisfy them; that love begins with a human being but does not end in him; and that everything can be there: a human being, love, happiness, life — and that yet in some terrible way it is always too little, and grows ever less the more it seems.
I do not exist to impress the world. I exist to live my life in a way that will make me happy.