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The First Moments Of Sleep Are An Image Of Death; A Hazy Torpor Grips Our Thoughts And It Becomes Impossible For Us To Determine The Exact Instant When The I, Under Another Form, Continues The Task Of Existence.

L'imagination M'apportait Des Délices Infinies. En Recouvrant Ce Que Les Hommes Appellent La Raison, Faudra-t-il Regretter De Les Avoir Perdues...? My Imagination Gave Me Infinite Delight. In Recovering What Men Call Reason, Do I Have To Regret The Loss Of These Joys?

I Have Always Differentiated Between Two Types Of Friends; Those Who Want Proofs Of Friendship, And Those Who Do Not. One Kind Loves Me For Myself And The Others For Themselves.

Why Should A Lobster Be Any More Ridiculous Than A Dog? ... Or A Cat, Or A Gazelle, Or A Lion, Or Any Other Animal One Chooses To Take For A Walk? I Have A Liking For Lobsters. They Are Peaceful, Serious Creatures. ... Goethe Had An Aversion To Dogs, And He Wasn't Mad. They Know The Secrets Of The Sea, They Don't Bark.

Our Dreams Are A Second Life. I Have Never Been Able To Penetrate Without A Shudder Those Ivory Or Horned Gates Which Separate Us From The Invisible World.