One said of suicide, As long as one has brains one should not blow them out. And another answered, But when one has ceased to have them, too often one cannot. ↗
When we have ceased to love the stench of the human animal, either in others or in ourselves, then are we condemned to misery, and clear thinking can begin. ↗
When one ceases from conflict, whether because he has won, because he has lost, or because he cares no more for the game, the virtue passes out of him. ↗