Life has a certain way of exhausting one, so that there is no impulse to say or do anything because it matters not anyway; one has seen and done everything already.
I HATE THIS FEELING.
“Life is a kind of ‘Now you see it, now you don’t’ proposition.”
—Colonel Sherman T. Potter, M*A*S*H 4077th
I went walking in the rain. The traffic had stopped and the shops had closed and I didn’t know what to do with myself, so I went home.
How do you separate cockiness from confidence from mere certainty? I suppose they’re all one and the same thing, and that’s precisely the problem.
The correlate to the problem is that truths are rather often not merely not entirely compatible but often mutually exclusive, without losing any of their veracity.
I am not a fighter by nature.
Nature is a fighter by me.
Honesty is never the best policy.
Honesty is always the worst and most seductive policy.