I Am A Misanthrope Yet

Good Wishes Alone Will Not Ensure Peace.

To His Sister-in-law: What A Contrast Between Us! You Live A Warm And Glowing Life, Surrounded By Loved Ones Whom You Care For And Who Care For You; You Are Anchored In Contentment. I Drift About Without Rudder Or Compass, A Wreck On The Sea Of Life; I Have No Memories To Cheer Me, No Pleasant Illusions Of The Future To Comfort Me, Or About Me To Satisfy My Vanity. I Have No Family To Furnish The Only Kind Of Survival That Concerns Us, No Friends For The Wholesome Development Of My Affections, Or Enemies For My Malice.

Justice Is To Be Found Only In The Imagination.

The Only True Solution Would Be A Convention Under Which All The Governments Would Bind Themselves To Defend Collectively Any Country That Was Attacked.

If I Have A Thousand Ideas And Only One Turns Out To Be Good, I Am Satisfied.