The Heart, Like The Stomach, Wants A

By Trying To Understand Everything, Everything Makes Me Dream

But, In Her Life, Nothing Was Going To Happen. Such Was The Will Of God! The Future Was A Dark Corridor, And At The Far End The Door Was Bolted.

A Man Is A Critic When He Cannot Be An Artist, In The Same Way That A Man Becomes An Informer When He Cannot Be A Soldier.

One Mustn't Ask Apple Trees For Oranges, France For Sun, Women For Love, Life For Happiness.

For Some Men, The Stronger Their Desire, The More Difficult It Is For Them To Act.