The flower is the poetry of reproduction. It is an example of the eternal seductiveness of life.
In war-time a man is called a hero. It doesn't make him any braver, and he runs for his life. But at least it's a hero who is running away.
Since I love you, my loneliness begins to throw you.
Destiny is simply the relentless logic of each day we live.
A wife loves out of duty, and duty leads to constraint, and constraint kills desire.
Death is the next step after the pension-it's perpetual retirement without pay.