We Are Born, So To Speak, Twice

It Has Always Pleased Me To Read While Eating If I Have No Companion; It Gives Me The Society I Lack. I Devour Alternately A Page And A Mouthful; It Is As Though My Book Were Dining With Me.

I Loved Too Sincerely, Too Completely, I Venture To Say, To Be Able To Be Happy Easily.

We Are Reduced To Asking Others What We Are. We Never Dare To Ask Ourselves.

It Is Too Difficult To Think Nobly When One Thinks Only Of Earning A Living.

It Is A Mania Shared By Philosophers Of All Ages To Deny What Exists And To Explain What Does Not Exist.