And I, as I lived, in an alien landWill die a slave and an orphan.
You men do not understand the delights of a glance, of a pressure of the hand... but as for me, I swear to you that, when I listen to your voice, I feel such a deep, strange bliss that the most passionate kisses could not take its place.
Passions are merely ideas in their initial stage.
We practically always excuse things when we understand them
We almost always forgive those we understand.
My whole life has been merely a succession of miserable and unsuccessful denials of feelings or reason.