In Love, One And One Are One.

I Hate Victims Who Respect Their Executioners.

But I Must Finally Realize That I Am Subject To These Sudden Transformations. The Thing Is That I Rarely Think; A Crowd Of Small Metamorphoses Accumulate In Me Without My Noticing It, And Then, One Fine Day, A Veritable Revolution Takes Place.

Several Hours Or Several Years Make No Difference Once You Have Lost Eternity.

The Past Is The Luxury Of Proprietors.

We Make Our Own Hell Out Of The People Around Us.