I Spent The Whole Evening Sitting Before

We Never Remember Days, Only Moments.

Waiting Is Still An Occupation. It Is Having Nothing To Wait For That Is Terrible.

All Our "most Sacred Affections " Are Merely Prosaic Habit.

Men Who Have A Tempestuous Inner Life And Do Not Seek To Give Vent To It By Talking Or Writing Are Simply Men Who Have No Tempestuous Inner Life. Give Company To A Lonely Man And He Will Talk More Than Anyone.

Perfect Behavior Is Born Of Complete Indifference. Perhaps This Is Why We Always Love Madly Someone Who Treats Us With Indifference.