Moins le blanc est intelligent, plus le noir lui paraît bête. - André Gide

Once I had made my mind up, I could see nothing but the advantages.

"When I got back to Marceline, I did not conceal from her how tedious I found all these acquaintances.
"They are all alike," I said to her. "When I talk to one, I feel as if I were talking to the whole lot."
"But, my dear," said Marceline, "you can't expect each of them to be different from the others."
"The greater their likeness to each other, the more unlike they are to me.

The very things that separated me and distinguished me from other people were what mattered; the very things no one else would or could say, these were the things I had to say.