Humbly to ask a favour of people who are on the point of knocking your brains out sometimes produces good results.
We lose our hair, our teeth! Our bloom, our ideals.
Friendship, according to Proust, is the negation of that irremediable solitude to which every human being is condemned.
Dance first. Think later. It's the natural order.
Habit is a great deadener.
All the things you would do gladly, oh without enthusiasm, but gladly, all the things there seems no reason for your not doing, and that you do not do! Can it be we are not free? It might be worth looking into.