We Cannot Withdraw Our Cards From The

One Should Commit No Stupidity Twice, The Variety Of Choice Is, In The End, Large Enough.

She Suffers As A Miser. She Must Be Miserly With Her Pleasures, As Well. I Wonder If Sometimes She Doesn't Wish She Were Free Of This Monotonous Sorrow, Of These Mutterings Which Start As Soon As She Stops Singing, If She Doesn't Wish To Suffer Once And For All, To Drown Herself In Despair. In Any Case, It Would Be Impossible For Her: She Is Bound.

I Found The Human Heart Empty And Insipid Everywhere Except In Books.

It Answers The Question That Was Tormenting You: My Love, You Are Not 'one Thing In My Life' - Not Even The Most Important - Because My Life No Longer Belongs To Me Because...you Are Always Me.

To Be Responsible Is To Be The Uncontested Author Of An Event Or Thing.