All I say cancels out, I’ll have said nothing.
It's a rare thing not to have been bonny-- once.
The essential doesn't change.
I, of whom I know nothing, I know my eyes are open, because of the tears that pour from them unceasingly.
We are all born; some remain so.
Friendship, according to Proust, is the negation of that irremediable solitude to which every human being is condemned.