Myself is thus and so, and will continue thus and so. And why fight it? My balance comes from instability.

I see that I've become a really bad correspondent. It's not that I don't think of you. You come into my thoughts often. But when you do it appears to me that I owe you a particularly grand letter. And so you end in the "warehouse of good intentions": "Can't do it now." "Then put it on hold." This is one's strategy for coping with old age, and with death--because one can't die with so many obligations in storage. Our clever species, so fertile and resourceful in denying its weaknesses.

There are evils that have the ability to survive identification and go on for ever... money, for instance, or war.

People can lose their lives in libraries. They ought to be warned.

Great pressure is brought to bear to make us undervalue ourselves. On the other hand, civilization teaches that each of us is an inestimable prize. There are, then, these two preparations: one for life and the other for death. Therefore we value and are ashamed to value ourselves.

It's usually the selfish people who are loved the most. They do what you deny yourself, and you love them for it. You give them your heart.

Well, everybody has a history.