He Who Awaits Much Can Expect Little.

She Wanted To Be Herself Again, To Recover All That She Had Been Obliged To Give Up In Half A Century Of Servitude That Had Doubtless Made Her Happy But Which, Once Her Husband Was Dead, Did Not Leave Her Even The Vestiges Of Her Identity.

I Would Not Have Traded The Delights Of My Suffering For Anything In The World.

There Is Always Something Left To Love.

He Pleaded So Much That He Lost His Voice. His Bones Began To Fill With Words.

It Was Inevitable: The Scent Of Bitter Almonds Always Reminded Him Of The Fate Of Unrequited Love.