An unusual beginning must have an unusual end.
No good ever becomes of a man who forgets an old friend
Anyone who has chanced like me to roam through desolate mountains and studied at length their fantastic shapes and drunk the invigorating air of their valleys can understand why I wish to describe and depict these magic scenes for others.
Women only love those that they don’t know.
We survive on novelty, so much less demanding than commitment.
My whole life has been merely a succession of miserable and unsuccessful denials of feelings or reason.