Tragedy Is Clean, It Is Restful, It

Talent Is Like A Faucet, While It Is Open, One Must Write.

Beauty, Real Beauty, Is Something Very Grave. If There Is A God, He Must Be Partly That.

Il Y Aura Toujours Un Chien Perdu Quelque Part Qui M'empe" Chera D'e" Tre Heureux. There Will Always Be A Lost Dog Somewhere That Will Prevent Me Being Happy.

Life Is A Child Playing Round Your Feet, A Tool You Hold Firmly In Your Grip, A Bench You Sit Down Upon In The Evening, In Your Garden.

A Happy Love Is Full Of Quarrels, You Know.