The runner stopped dead, lost his balance, froze in one of those violent attitudes in which the photographers petrify living reality.
Do not fear being ridiculous in relation to the ridiculous.
There's no such thing as love; only proof of love.
It was the East that should have sent us missionaries.
The joy of youth is to disobey; but the trouble is that there are no longer any orders.
What uniform can I wear to hide my heavy heart? It is too heavy. It will always show.