The Heart Of Another Is A Dark

Life Began For Me, When I Ceased To Admire And Began To Remember.

Life Was So Short That It Meant Nothing At All Unless It Were Continually Reinforced By Something That Endured; Unless The Shadows Of Individual Existence Came And Went Against A Background That Held Together.

Paris Is A Hard Place To Leave, Even When It Rains Incessantly And One Coughs Continually From The Dampness.

Religion Is Different From Everything Else; Because In Religion Seeking Is Finding.

Love Itself Draws On A Woman Nearly All The Bad Luck In The World