The Future Is The Only Kind Of

Old Married People Look So Much Alike That They Have The Same Number Of Hairs In Their Ears.

The Important Thing Isn't The Soundness Or Otherwise Of The Argument, But For It To Make You Think.

I Opened Myself To The Gentle Indifference Of The World.

Beauty Is Unbearable, Drives Us To Despair, Offering Us For A Minute The Glimpse Of An Eternity That We Should Like To Stretch Out Over The Whole Of Time.

For Instance, I Never Complained That My Birthday Was Overlooked; People Were Even Surprised, With A Touch Of Admiration, By My Discretion On This Subject. But The Reason For My Disinterestedness Was Even More Discreet: I Longed To Be Forgotten In Order To Be Able To Complain To Myself... Once My Solitude Was Thoroughly Proved, I Could Surrender To The Charms Of A Virile Self-pity.