We Live Not Alone But Chained To

It Is Often Hard To Bear The Tears That We Ourselves Have Caused.

She Was "a Woman Of Uncertain Age.

Our Memory Is Like A Shop In The Window Of Which Is Exposed Now One, Now Another Photograph Of The Same Person. And As A Rule The Most Recent Exhibit Remains For Some Time The Only One To Be Seen.

If A Little Dreaming Is Dangerous, The Cure For It Is Not To Dream Less But To Dream More, To Dream All The Time.

Desire Makes Everything Blossom; Possession Makes Everything Wither And Fade.