What uniform can I wear to hide my heavy heart? It is too heavy. It will always show.
I love cats because I enjoy my home; and little by little, they become its visible soul.
One is either judge or accused. The judge sits, the accused stands. Live on your feet.
What uniform can I wear to hide my heavy heart? It is too heavy. It will always show. Jacques felt himself growing gloomy again. He was well aware that to live on earth a man must follow its fashions, and hearts were no longer worn.
Statues to great men are made of the stones thrown at them in their lifetime.
The hot hall full of painted girls and American soldiers is a saloon in some Western film. This noise drenches us, wakens us to do something else. It shows us a lost path.