Become a better person and be sure to know who you are, before meeting someone new and hoping that person knows who you are

This was his world, he said to himself, the sad, oppressive world that God had provided for him, and he was responsible to it.

Once again she shuddered with the evidence that time was not passing, as she had just admitted, but that it was turning in a circle.

Time was not passing...it was turning in a circle.

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

He thought that the world would make more rapid progress without the burden of old people.

To him she seemed so beautiful, so seductive, so different from ordinary people, that he could not understand why no one was as disturbed as he by the clicking of her heels on the paving stones, why no one else's heart was wild with the breeze stirred by the sighs of her veils, why everyone did not go mad with the movements of her braid, the flight of her hands, the gold of her laughter. He had not missed a single one of her gestures, not one of the indications of her character, but he did not dare approach her for fear of destroying the spell.