At The Heart Of All Beauty Lies

The Main Thing Is That Everything Become Simple, Easy Enough For A Child To Understand.

The Laws Of Nature May Be Operative Up To A Certain Limit, Beyond Which They Turn Against Themselves To Give Birth To The Absurd.

What Did It Matter If He Existed For Two Or For Twenty Years? Happiness Was The Fact That He Had Existed.

And It Was Like Knocking Four Quick Times On The Door Of Unhappiness.

Because There Is Nothing Here Than Invites Us To Cherish Unhappy Lovers. Nothing Is More Vain Than To Die For Love. What We Ought To Do Is Live.