The years filled with so many widely different experiences could easily have made one cynical. But they have not. But neither have they left one naïve and unsophisticated. One finds oneself sufficiently blasé to be unsurprised at any human villainy, unshocked at any moral deflection. The philosopher within oneself is patient to an extreme point. He recognizes that the mysterious alchemy of life, working with the reincarnations, will take the most abandoned wretches and turn them into admirable creatures, although a few monsters of iniquity may be self-hurled into the outermost region of hell, and be annihilated.
-- Notebooks Category 12: Reflections > Chapter 6: The Profane and The Profound > # 102