My Life Is Slowed Up By Thought

When We Blindly Adopt A Religion, A Political System, A Literary Dogma, We Become Automatons. We Cease To Grow.

... And The Very Folds Of The Curtains Contained Secrets And Sighs.

This Image Of Herself As A Not Ordinary Women, An Image Which Was Trembling Now In His Eyes, Might Suddenly Disappear. Nothing More Difficult To Live Up To Than Men's Dreams.

We Are Cruel When Someone Refuses To Play The Role In Which We Have Cast Him. We Judge A Person Only According To His Relationship Towards Us.

The Bed Must Be A Beautiful Place, Not Only Because You Make Love There But Because You Dream There As Well.