He walked on in silence, the solitary sound of his footsteps echoing in his head, as in a deserted street, at dawn. His solitude was so complete, beneath a lovely sky as mellow and serene as a good conscience, amid that busy throng, that he was amazed at his own existence; he must be somebody else's nightmare, and whoever it was would certainly awaken soon.
Jean-Paul SartreI will not be modest. Humble, as much as you like, but not modest. Modesty is the virtue of the lukewarm.
Jean-Paul SartreGood digestions, the gray monotony of provincial life, and the boredom-ah the soul-destroying boredom-of long days of mild content.
Jean-Paul Sartre