But All Years Are Stupid. It's Only

You Wait For Nothing If Not For The Word That Will Burst From The Deep Like A Fruit Among Branches.

To Know The World, One Must Construct It

A Decision, An Action, Are Infallible Omens Of What We Shall Do Another Time, Not For Any Vague, Mystic, Astrological Reason But Because They Result From An Automatic Reaction That Will Repeat Itself.

The Only Joy In The World Is To Begin.

Love Has The Faculty Of Making Two Lovers Seem Naked, Not In Each Other's Sight, But In Their Own.