He had opened his heart to the sublime indifference of the universe.
As a remedy to life in society I would suggest the big city. Nowadays, it is the only desert within our means.
No one in this desert, neither he nor his guest, mattered. And yet, outside this desert neither of them, Daru knew, could have really lived.
To create is to live twice.
But what is happiness except the simple harmony between a man and the life he leads?
I brought off everything I set my hand to, I moved at ease in the field of the intellect, I got on excellently with women, and if I had occasional qualms, they passed as lightly as they came.