A Happy Love Is Full Of Quarrels,

There Is Love Of Course. And Then There's Life, Its Enemy.

Saintliness Is Also A Temptation.

Beauty, Real Beauty, Is Something Very Grave. If There Is A God, He Must Be Partly That.

Chacun De Nous A Un Jour, Plus Ou Moins Triste, Plus Ou Moins Lointain, O U' Il Doit Enfin Accepter D'e" Tre Un Homme. There Will Come A Day For Each Of Us, More Or Less Sad, More Or Less Distant, Whenwe Must Accept The Condition Of Being Human.

Oh, Love Is Real Enough; You Will Find It Someday, But It Has One Archenemy - And That Is Life.