Solitude Is Bearable Only With God.

No Encounter Occured That Day, And I Was Glad Of It; I Took Out Of My Pocket A Little Homer I Had Not Opened Since Leaving Marseilles, Reread Three Lines Of The Odyssey, Learned Them By Heart; Then, Finding Sufficient Sustenance In Their Rhythm And Reveling In Them At Leisure, I Closed The Book And Remained, Trembling, More Alive Than I Had Thought Possible, My Mind Numb With Happiness.

But Can One Still Make Resolutions When One Is Over Forty? I Live According To Twenty-year-old Habits.

What I Dislike Least In My Former Self Are The Moments Of Prayer.

What Eludes Logic Is The Most Precious Element In Us, And One Can Draw Nothing From A Syllogism That The Mind Has Not Put There In Advance.

There Are Very Few Monsters Who Warrant The Fear We Have Of Them.