At night, time becomes a calm sea. It goes on for ever.
It isn't common sense that is paramount in this world, it's wishful thinking.
My love of pleasure seems to be the only consistent side of my character. Is it because I have not read enough?
We are torn between the craving to know and the despair of having known.
I like men to behave like men. I like them strong and childish.
Every little girl knows about love. It is only her capacity to suffer because of it that increases.