People don't know when they are happy. They're never so unhappy as they think they are. - Marcel Proust

... which would enable him to prolong for the time being, and to renew for one day more the disappointment, the torturing deception that must always come to him with the vain presence of this woman, whom he might approach, yet never dared embrace.

There is no idea that does not carry in itself a possible refutation, no word that does not imply its opposite.

I wished to see storms only on those coasts where they raged with most violence...