True moral elegance consists in the art of disguising one's victories as defeats.

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

We must censure the later Nietzsche for a panting excess in the writing, the absence of rests.

'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.