When I Tried To Draw Near, You

We Cannot Tear Out A Single Page Of Our Life, But We Can Throw The Whole Book In The Fire.

I Love Everything That Makes Up A Milieu, The Rolling Of The Carriages And The Noise Of The Workmen In Paris, The Cries Of A Thousand Birds In The Country, The Movement Of The Ships On The Waters. I Love Also Absolute, Profound Silence, And, In Short, I Love Everything That Is Around Me, No Matter Where I Am.

I Know That I Have Found Fulfillment. I Have An Object In Life, A Task ... A Passion.

The Smoke Of Glory Is Not Worth The Smoke Of A Pipe.

The Beauty That Addresses Itself To The Eyes Is Only The Spell Of The Moment; The Eye Of The Body Is Not Always That Of The Soul.