I am interested in the way people lie to themselves, the stories they tell themselves to make life bearable.
I've probably earned the right to screw up a few times. I don't want the fear of failure to stop me from doing what I really care about.
The stranger is close to us, insofar as we feel between him and ourselves common features of a national, social, occupational, or generally human, nature. He is far from us, insofar as these common features extend beyond him or us, and connect us only because they connect a great many people.
A man's life of any worth is a continual allegory.