It Bothered Me That Whatever Was Waiting

Each Of Us Has A Day .. When He Has To Accept, Finally, The Fact That He Is A Man.

Life Is Very Nice, But It Lacks Form. It's The Aim Of Art To Give It Some.

One Can Make One's Life A Complete Misery, Worrying About Burglaries And Shipwrecks, But Ask Anyone, Anyone You Know ... Earth-shattering Disasters And Fabulous Inheritances All Seems To Take Place Exclusively In The Newspapers.

Each Of Us Has A Day .. When He Has To Accept, Finally, The Fact That He Is A Man.

Je Sais De Quelles Petitesses Meurent Les Plus Grandes Amours. I Know How Pettiness Ruins The Greatest Loves.