One Is Not Oneself Every Day-fortunately.

It's Necessary To Use Suffering. Otherwise, One Is Used By It.

When You're In Love You Never Really Know Whether Your Elation Comes From The Qualities Of The One You Love, Or If It Attributes Them To Her; Whether The Light Which Surrounds Her Like A Halo Comes From You, From Her, Or From The Meeting Of Your Sparks.

Silence Too Can Be Indiscreet.

Like All Religions, Love Has More Believers Than Practitioners.

That Parasite: The Past.