Excess is not something that opens the self to an other who understands, nor does it give to an other who needs and demands.
Excess is a force that directs life always elsewhere. This great exponent of excess inscribes extravagance within an economy that permits escape only at the expense of life itself.
Excess is empowered neither by a sense of adventure and discovery, nor by possibilities and opportunities, nor by healing nor pain due to the boundless and infinite suffering of God.
Excess is not something that reaches out. Its disorienting effect makes it essentially aimless. It leads nowhere and cannot be written because it ends in nothing.
Excess is in the course of things. Nature sends no creature, no man into the world, without adding a small excess of his proper quality, a shove to put it on its way... in every instance, a slight generosity, a drop too much.
Excess is a reproach only against those who have no right to it. It has been given a bad name by those who are not sufficiently strong to employ the passions.