In the labyrinth of a difficult text, we find unmarked forks in the path, detours, blind alleys, loops that deliver us back to our point of entry, and finally the monster who whispers an unintelligible truth in our ears.

I am interested in a hundred things, but only slightly.

As a comforter, philosophy cannot compete with a good dinner.

An imprudent enemy is less dangerous than an imprudent friend.

A real idea keeps changing and appears in many places.

I deplore my shortcomings, but plan to keep them.

The rich are never as possessed by their riches as the poor are by their poverty.