Brevity - the sister of talent.
I am dying. I haven't drunk champagne for a long time.
My mistress has come home; at last I've seen her. Now I'm ready to die.
If our life has a meaning, an aim, it has nothing to do with our personal happiness, but something wiser and greater.
Do you remember you shot a seagull? A man came by chance, saw it and destroyed it, just to pass the time.
Dear, sweet, unforgettable childhood! Why does this irrevocable time, forever departed, seem brighter, more festive and richer than it actually was?