A fine line separates the weary recluse from the fearful hermit. Finer still is the line between hermit and bitter misanthrope.

I could never find two people who are perfectly equal: one will always be more valuable than the other. And many people, as a matter of fact, simply have no value.

Stay low, stay quiet, keep it simple, don't expect too much, enjoy what you have.

You call me a misanthrope because I avoid society. You err; I love society. Yet in order not to hate people, I must avoid their company.

Of course, I'm not quite ready to forsake all the products of society, just yet. I have my clothes, my books, etc... But more and more I can see myself leaving much of the rest behind - leaving their makers, and the crucible from which they proceed. If at times, after all, I might benefit by the rays of the sun, must I seek also to reside in its nuclear core?

The world howls for social justice, but when it comes to social responsibility, you sometimes can't even hear crickets chirping.