One Must Not Trifle With Love

I Deeply Wished I Could Make The Stars All Come Down And Breathe Them; Disappear In Them

I Could Not Clearly Distinguish What Was Passing In My Head; It Seemed To Me That I Was Under The Influence Of A Horrible Dream And That I Had But To Awake To Find Myself Cured; At Times It Seemed That My Entire Life Had Been A Dream, Ridiculous And Childish, The Falseness Of Which Had Just Been Disclosed.

Disgrace Is The Synonym Of Discovery.

Life Is A Sleep, Love Is A Dream; And You Have Lived If You Have Loved.

Look At The Sun! It’s Dry, It’s Dead, It Needs A Drink, It Wants Blood! And I’ll Give It Blood!