There Is A God, And His Name

There Is No Method Except Yourself.

Reading Well Is One Of The Greatest Pleasures That Solitude Can Afford You.

We Read To Find Ourselves, More Fully And More Strangely Than Otherwise We Could Hope To Find.

One Measures Oncoming Old Age By Its Deepening Of Proust, And Its Deepening By Proust. How To Read A Novel? Lovingly, If It Shows Itself Capable Of Accomodating One's Love; And Jealously, Because It Can Become The Image Of One's Limitations In Time And Space, And Yet Can Give The Proustian Blessing Of More Life.

But In The End, In The End One Is Alone. We Are All Of Us Alone. I Mean I'm Told These Days We Have To Consider Ourselves As Being In Society... But In The End One Knows One Is Alone, That One Lives At The Heart Of A Solitude.