[b]André Gide
One must allow other people to be right, he used to say when he was insulted, it consoles them for not being anything else.[/b]
Besides, every once and a while they actually are.
I hated the homes, the families, all the places where man thinks to find rest.
I know, I used to hate them too.
When I was younger, I used to make resolutions which I imagined were virtuous. I was less anxious to be what I was, than to become what I wished to be. Now, I am not far from thinking that in irresolution lies the secret of not growing old.
Not literally of course. And that’s before the part when you’re dead.
…the facts of history all appeared to me like specimens in a herbarium, permanently dried, so that it was easy to forget they had once upon a time been juicy with sap and alive in the sun.
Just like all our facts today.
The priest accepted me, I accepted the priest, so everything went off smoothly.
Though maybe not the next time.
In a world in which everyone cheats, it’s the honest man who passes for a charlatan.
Let’s just all agree that you can take this too far.