Mystery has its own mysteries, and there are gods above gods. We have ours, they have theirs. That is what's known as infinity.

Perhaps I know to what extent I can go too far.

The preservation of friendship is seen as opportunism. You are required to be in one camp or the other. You are enjoined to cut your heartstrings if they extend across the barricade.

One sits down first; one thinks afterwards.

I have not looked at a newspaper in twenty years; if one is brought into the room, I flee. This is not because I am indifferent but because one cannot follow every road.

I feel myself inhabited by a force or being -- very little known to me. It gives the orders; I follow.

Continue reading Proust. His magnificent intelligence is particularly fond of describing stupidity. Which is ultimately exhausting.