I Can't Help It, The Idea Of

Man Is A Pupil, Pain Is His Teacher.

Vanity And Dignity Are Incompatible With Each Other; Vain Women Are Almost Sure To Be Vulnerable.

Look At The Sun! It’s Dry, It’s Dead, It Needs A Drink, It Wants Blood! And I’ll Give It Blood!

The Return Makes One Love The Farewell.

Doubt, If You Will, The Being Who Loves You, Woman Or Dog, But Never Doubt Love Itself.