This I want to believe implicitly: Man was born for love and revolution. — Osamu Dazai

As for love . . . no, having once written that word I can write nothing more. — Osamu Dazai

Logic, inevitably, is the love of logic. It is not the love for living human beings. — Osamu Dazai

What uneasiness lies in being loved. — Osamu Dazai

I have always found the female of the human species many times more difficult to understand than the male. — Osamu Dazai

Mine has been a life of much shame. I can’t even guess myself what it must be to live the life of a human being. — Osamu Dazai

What did he mean by ‘society’? The plural of human beings? — Osamu Dazai

Disqualified as a human beings. I had now ceased utterly to be a human beings. — Osamu Dazai

Virtue and vice are concepts invented by human beings, words for a morality which human beings arbitrarily devised. — Osamu Dazai

The world, after all, was still a place of bottomless horror. It was by no means a place of childlike simplicity where everything could be settled by a simple then–and–there decision. — Osamu Dazai

But happiness is being able to hope, however faintly, for happiness. So, at least, we must believe if we are to live in the world of today. — Osamu Dazai

My eyes would swim in my head, and the whole world grow dark before me, so that I felt half out of my mind. — Osamu Dazai

After being hurt by the world so much, they began to see the demons within humans. So without hiding it through trickery, they worked to express it. — Osamu Dazai

What is society but an individual? [] The ocean is not society; it is individuals. This was how I managed to gain a modicum of freedom from my terror at the illusion of the ocean called the world. — Osamu Dazai

From then on, however, I came to hold, almost as a philosophical conviction, the belief: What is society but an individual? — Osamu Dazai

It isn’t that I dislike artists, but I can’t stand anyone who puts on those ponderous airs of a man of character. — Osamu Dazai

The weak fear happiness itself. They can harm themselves on cotton wool. Sometimes they are wounded even by happiness — Osamu Dazai

The weak fear happiness itself. — Osamu Dazai

To be a friend of the weak–that is the artist’s point of departure as well as his ultimate goal. — Osamu Dazai

Scoundrels […] simply don’t die. The ones who die are always the gentle, sweet, and beautiful people. […] Scoundrels live a long time. The beautiful die young. — Osamu Dazai

I have often felt that I would find it more complicated, troublesome and unpleasant to ascertain the feelings by which a woman lives than to plumb the innermost thoughts of an earthworm. — Osamu Dazai