It was, at last, real life, with my heart safe and condemned to die of happy love in the joyful agony of any day after my hundredth birthday.

She knew that he loved her above all else, more than anything in the world, but only for his own sake.

One never quite stops believing, some doubt remains forever".

Old people, with other old people, are not so old.

He soon acquired the forlorn look that one sees in vegetarians.

She wanted to be herself again, to recover all that she had been obliged to give up in half a century of servitude that had doubtless made her happy but which, once her husband was dead, did not leave her even the vestiges of her identity.

Horses frighten me as much as chickens do,’ he said. ‘That is too bad, because lack of communication with horses has impeded human progress,’ said Abrenuncio. ‘If we ever broke down the barriers, we could produce the centaur.