It's a good world if you don't weaken.
O God, You've done enough, You've robbed me of enough, I'm too tired and old to learn to love, leave me alone for ever.
He was impregnably armored by his good intentions and his ignorance.
I had committed myself: without love I'd have to go through the gestures of love.
So it always is: when you escape to a desert the silence shouts in your ear.
When I replied that I loved her too in that way, I was the liar, not she, for I never lose the consciousness of time: to me the present is never here: it is always last year or next week.