Lines from a master: Snippets of The Immoralist by Andre Gide

"I am neither sad nor gay; the air here fills you with a vague exhaltation, induces a state which seems as remote from gaiety as it is from suffering; perhaps that is happiness."
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"I had lived for myself or at least on my own terms till then; I had married without imagining my wife as anything but a comrade, without really supposing that, by our union, my life might be transformed. I had just understood at last that the monologue was ending now."
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"I had forgotten I was alone, forgotten the time, expecting nothing. It seemed to me that until this moment I had felt so little by virtue of thinking so much that I was astonished by a discovery: sensation was becoming as powerful as thoughts."