If I Can't Have Too Many Truffles,

It Takes Time For The Absent To Assume Their True Shape In Our Thoughts.

If I Can't Have Too Many Truffles, I'll Do Without Truffles.

When She Raises Her Eyelids It's As If She Were Taking Off All Her Clothes.

Hope Costs Nothing.

So Now, Whenever I Despair, I No Longer Expect My End, But Some Bit Of Luck, Some Commonplace Little Miracle Which, Like A Glittering Link, Will Mend Again The Necklace Of My Days.