J'aurais voulu pleurer, mais je sentais mon cœur plus aride que le désert. - André Gide

Mes sens s'étaient usés jusqu'à la transparence, et quand je descendis au matin vers la ville, l'azur du ciel entra en moi.

"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.

Natanael, arroja mi libro; no te Satisfagas con él. No creas que tu verdad puede ser encontrada por otros; más que de todo, avergüénzate de eso.