stupidity has a knack of getting its way; as we should see if we were not always so much wrapped up in ourselves

But in order to speak about all and to all, one has to speak of what all know and of the reality common to us all. The seas, rains, necessity, desire, the struggle against death--these are things that unite us all. We resemble one another in what we see together, in what we suffer together. Dreams change from individual, but the reality of the world is common to us all. Striving towards realism is therefore legitimate, for it is basically related to the artistic adventure.

And so I learned that familiar paths traced in the dusk of summer evenings may lead as well to prison as to innocent untroubled sleep.

I lived with the only continuity, day to day, of the me-me-me.

He had opened his heart to the sublime indifference of the universe

Stupidity has a knack of getting its way.

he's incapable of suffering for a long time, or being happy for a long time. Which means that he's incapable of anything really worth while.