When I Look At My Life And

Sometimes, From Beyond The Skycrapers, The Cry Of A Tugboat Finds You In Your Insomnia, And You Remember That This Desert Of Iron And Cement Is An Island.

Yes, And When The Love Of Life Disappears, No Meaning Can Console Us.

I Know Of Only One Duty, And That Is To Love.

The Principles Which Men Give To Themselves End By Overwhelming Their Noblest Intentions.

Je Puis Nier Une Chose Sans Me Croire Obligé De La Salir Ou De Retirer Aux Autres Le Droit D'y Croire.