Hell is—other people!

Man is what he wills himself to be.

So this is hell. I'd never have believed it. You remember all we were told about the torture-chambers, the fire and brimstone, the "burning marl." Old wives' tales! There's no need for red-hot pokers. Hell is—other people!

Hell is other people.

When rich people fight wars with one another, poor people are the ones to die.

People. You must love people. Men are admirable. I want
to vomit—and suddenly, there it is: the Nausea