That Parasite: The Past.

Paris Has Always Seemed To Me To Be The Only City In Which One Can Live As One Sees Fit.

Our Shadows Are Taller Than Ourselves.

One Is Not Oneself Every Day-fortunately.

When You're In Love You Never Really Know Whether Your Elation Comes From The Qualities Of The One You Love, Or If It Attributes Them To Her; Whether The Light Which Surrounds Her Like A Halo Comes From You, From Her, Or From The Meeting Of Your Sparks.

Renouncement: The Heroism Of Mediocrity.