nobody ever dies of an indignity.
Some people are molded by their admirations, others by their hostilities.
very young people are true but not resounding instruments.
Pity the selfishness of lovers: it is brief, a forlorn hope; it is impossible.
Autumn arrives in the early morning.
A romantic man often feels more uplifted with two women than with one: his love seems to hit the ideal mark somewhere between two different faces.