The temptation shared by all forms of intelligence: cynicism.
The truth is that everyone is bored, and devotes himself to cultivating habits.
How do you put everyone in the pool, so you have the right to dry yourself in the sun?
Love is the kind of illness that does not spare the intelligent or the dull.
We call first truths those we discover after all the others.
But what is happiness except the simple harmony between a man and the life he leads?