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Almost All Our Desires, When Examined, Contain Something Too Shameful To Reveal.

The Smaller It Is The Heart, More Hatred Houses.

Paris Is A Sum Total. Paris Is The Ceiling Of The Human Race. All This Prodigious City Is An Epitome Of Dead And Living Manners And Customs. He Who Sees Paris, Seems To See All History Through With The Sky And Constellations In The Intervals.

Oh Lord! Open The Doors Of Night For Me So That I May Leave This Place And Disappear.

At The Moment When Her Eyes Closed, When All Feeling Vanished In Her, She Thought That She Felt A Touch Of Fire Imprinted On Her Lips, A Kiss More Burning Than The Red-hot Iron Of The Executioner.