A Broken Heart Is Never A Tragedy.

Love Is Desire Sustained By Unfulfilment.

The Kind Of Power Mothers Have Is Enormous.

We Must Not Blame Our Poor Symbols If They Take Forms That Seem Trivial To Us, Or Absurd, ... However Paltry They May Be; The Nature Of Our Life Alone Has Determined Their Forms.

Your Thin White Face, Chérie; He Said, As If He Saw It For The First Time. Your Thin White Face, With Its Promise Of Debauchery Only A Connoisseur Could Detect.

Nostalgia, The Vice Of The Aged.