She was desperate and she was choosy
at the same time and, in a way,
beautiful, but she didn’t have quite enough
going for her to become what
she imagined herself to be.
Science is no more than an investigation of a miracle we can never explain, and art is an interpretation of that miracle.
A person who has not been completely alienated, who has remained sensitive and able to feel, who has not lost the sense of dignity, who is not yet for sale, who can still suffer over the suffering of others, who has not acquired fully the having mode of existence - briefly, a person who has remained a person and not become a thing - cannot help feeling lonely, powerless, isolated in present-day society. He cannot help doubting himself and his own convictions, if not his sanity. He cannot help suffering, even though he can experience moments of joy and clarity that are absent in the life of his normal contemporaries. Not rarely will he suffer from neurosis that results from the situation of a sane man living in an insane society, rather than that of the more conventional neurosis of a sick man trying to adapt himself to a sick society. In the process of going further…i.e. of growing to greater independence and productivity, his neurotic symptoms will cure themselves.