The swimmer adrift on the open seas measures his strength, and strives with all his muscles to keep himself afloat. But what is he to do when there is no land on the horizon, and none beyond it?

We do not know the true value of our moments until they have undergone the test of memory. Like the images the photographer plunges into a golden bath, our sentiments take on color; and only then, after that recoil and that trans-figuration, do we understand their real meaning and enjoy them in all their tranquil splendor.

The man who has entered into a beautiful union is sure of at least one person to whom he can give the best that he possesses.

I can no longer think what I want to think. My thoughts have been replaced by moving images.

The desire for order is the only order in the world.

We do not know the true value of our moments until they have undergone the test of memory.

Courtesy is not dead - it has merely taken refuge in Great Britain.