'Every time I think of Christ's crucifixion, I commit the sin of envy.' - I love Simone Weil when she vies with the greatest saints for pride.

Existing is plagiarism.

In this dream, I was flattering someone I despise. Waking, a greater self-loathing than if I had really committed such vileness...

What to think of other people? I ask myself this question each time I make a new acquaintance. So strange does it seem to me that we exist, and that we consent…