The abominable effort to take oneโs sins with one to paradise.
But can one still make resolutions when one is over forty? I live according to twenty-year-old habits.
Obsessions of the Orient, of the desert, of its ardor and its emptiness, of the shadows of palm gardens, of the garments white and wide - obsessions where the senses go berserk, where nerves are exasperated, and which made me, at the onset of each night, believe sleep impossible.
Faith can move mountains; true: mountains of stupidity.
I advise the young to tell themselves constantly that most often it is up to them alone.
To love the truth is to refuse to let oneself be saddened by it.