I want to become tolerant, without neglecting anything: I wish I didn’t persecute anyone, even if everyone persecutes me; become better, without realizing it, become sadder, but willingly live; become more peaceful, be happy in others; not belonging to anyone, grow in everyone ; loving the best, console the worst: hating no more, not even myself.
Elias Canetti, The Clipboard, 1942-1972 (from The Man Province)
“Birds go against the wind
not out of spite, or because they’re in a fighting mood,
or because they’re hyperactive—
and not simply out of vanity—but so as not to get their feathers untidy.”