No encounter occured that day, and I was glad of it; I took out of my pocket a little Homer I had not opened since leaving Marseilles, reread three lines of the Odyssey, learned them by heart; then, finding sufficient sustenance in their rhythm and reveling in them at leisure, I closed the book and remained, trembling, more alive than I had thought possible, my mind numb with happiness.
Andre GideThe loveliest creations of men are persistently painful. What would be the description of happiness? Nothing, except what prepares and then what destroys it.
Andre GideIn other people's company I felt I was dull, gloomy, unwelcome, at once bored and boring.
Andre Gide