Convalescence. Such an utter weakness that you lie like an animal hibernating, playing possum. You float. You are adrift. Every current is stronger than you.

... only love begets love.

Sometimes I think of Paris not as a city but as a home.

The obstacle became his alibi for weakness.

All those who try to unveil the mysteries always have tragic lives. At the end they are always punished.

"We see the world as 'we' are, not as 'it' is; because it is the "I" behind the 'eye' that does the seeing."

My trunk, valises and my mind are overpacked.