‘Weep and you weep alone! - What a lie this is! Weep and you will find a
million crocodiles to weep with you. The world is forever weeping. The
world is drenched in tears… But joy, joy is a kind of ecstatic
bleeding, a disgraceful sort of contentment which overflows from every
pore of your being. You can’t make people joyous by being joyous
yourself. Joy has to be generated by oneself: it is or it isn’t. Joy
is founded on something too profound to be understood or communicated.
To be joyous is to be a madman in a world of sad ghosts.