I lived with the only continuity, day to day, of the me-me-me.
stupidity has a knack of getting its way; as we should see if we were not always so much wrapped up in ourselves
The truth is that everyone is bored, and devotes himself to cultivating habits.
A liking for truth at any cost is a passion that spares nothing and that nothing resists. It's a vice, at times a comfort, or a selfishness.
But what does it mean, the plague? It's life, that's all.
I cling like a miser to the freedom that disappears as soon as there is an excess of things.