Tragedy is clean, it is restful, it is flawless.
A happy love is full of quarrels, you know.
God! Is there anything uglier than a frightened man!
Life has a way of setting things in order and leaving them be. Very tidy, is life.
Have you noticed that life, with murders and catastrophes and fabulous inheritances, happens almost exclusively in newspapers?
Love is, above all, the gift of oneself.