Each Of Us When He Appears Before

In Bed My Real Love Has Always Been The Sleep That Rescued Me By Allowing Me To Dream.

The Facts Are To Blame, My Friend. We Are All Imprisoned By Facts: I Was Born, I Exist.

Life Is A Very Sad Piece Of Buffoonery, Because We Have .. The Need To Fool Ourselves Continuously By The Spontaneous Creation Of A Reality .. Which, From Time To Time, Reveals Itself To Be Vain And Illusory.

Life Is Little More Than A Loan Shark: It Exacts A Very High Rate Of Interest For The Few Pleasures It Concedes

Each Of Us, Face To Face With Other Men, Is Clothed With Some Sort Of Dignity, But We Know Only Too Well All The Unspeakable Things That Go On In The Heart.