Deplorable mania, when something happens, to inquire what.
Mysterious affair, electricity.
Words are all we have.
The loss of my sight was a great fillip. If I could go deaf and dumb I think I might pant on to be a hundred.
Dying for dark — and the darker the Worse. Strange.
Friendship, according to Proust, is the negation of that irremediable solitude to which every human being is condemned.