The tormentof human frustration, whatever its immediate cause, is the knowledge that theself is in prison, its vital force and ‘mangled mind’ leaking away in lonely,wasteful self-conflict.
Reasonand emotion are not antagonists. What seems like a struggle between twoopposing ideas or values, one of which, automatic and unconscious, manifestsitself in the form of a feeling.
The average man’s life consists of: Twenty years of having his mother ask him where he is going, Forty years of having his wife ask the same question; and at the end, the mourners wondering too.
