I like to read E.M.Cioran on the can- you can just open up randomly and he always delivers. This morning's musings-

Each of us is born with a share of purity, predestined to be corrupted by our commerce with mankind, by that sin against solitude. For each of us will do anything in order not to be doomed to himself. Our kind is not a fatality but the temptation to fail. Incapable of keeping our hands clean, our hearts undiluted, we soil ourselves upon contact with strange sweats, we wallow- craving for disgust and fervent for pestilence- in the unanimous mind. And when we dream of seas changed into holy water, it is too late to dive into them, and our advanced state of corruption keeps us from drowning there: the world has infested our solitude, upon us the traces of others become indelible.