In even the happiest love story, the World wins at last.
I have forgiven you. Nevertheless, begone!
Imprudence relies on luck, prudence on method. That gives prudence less edge than it expects.
My mind no longer has romantic abysses, but has become shallow, with many little gaps and cracks.
Nothing is more cheerful than talking about our friends' shortcomings.
Dirty old men, ignoring society, continue to follow nature.