"I never cease to marvel at the world just as it is. The other day as I was about to go to sleep, I found on my bed a butterfly that was half frozen to death from the cold. Throughout the night I tried not to move so I wouldn’t injure it. Even my childhood was wonderful. But even the most beautiful thing in the world becomes hideous as soon as you start reflecting on it. Compare all the promises that are hidden in a ten-year-old child with what that child turns into twenty-five years later. The world consists of and subsists on nothing but defeats."