So far, about morals, I know only that what is moral is what you feel good after and what is immoral is what you feel bad after.

When we came back to Paris it was clear and cold and lovely.

The only decent bone in her body was mine.

Nobody that ever left their own country ever wrote anything worth printing. Not even in the newspapers.

Our nada who art in nada, nada be thy name thy kingdom nada thy will be nada in nada as it is in nada. Give us this nada our daily nada and nada us our nada as we nada our nadas and nada us not into nada but deliver us from nada; pues nada. Hail nothing full of nothing, nothing is with thee.

I love you for all that you are, all that you have been, all that you're yet to be.

There isn't any me. I'm you. Don't make up a separate me.