They who see only what they wish to see in those around them are very fortunate.
To live, to have so much ambition, to suffer, to cry, to fight and, at the end, forgetfulness ... as if I had never existed.
I long to see everything, to know everything, to learn everything!.
Time is the most terrible, the most discouraging, the most unconquerable of all obstacles, and one that may exist when no other does.
Life, that is Paris! Paris, that is life!
What am I? Nothing. What would I be? Everything.