Love Always Has Its Price, Come Whence

Patriotism Is A Kind Of Religion; It Is The Egg From Which Wars Are Hatched.

To Love Very Much Is To Love Inadequately; We Love-that Is All. Love Cannot Be Modified Without Being Nullified. Love Is A Short Word But It Contains Everything. Love Means The Body, The Soul, The Life, The Entire Being. We Feel Love As We Feel The Warmth Of Our Blood, We Breathe Love As We Breathe The Air, We Hold It In Ourselves As We Hold Our Thoughts. Nothing More Exists For Us. Love Is Not A Word; It Is A Wordless State Indicated By Four Letters.

She Was A Sweet Girl But Not Really Pretty, A Rough Sketch Of A Woman With A Little Of Everything In Her, One Of Those Silhouettes Which Artists Draw In Three Strokes On The Tablecloth In A Café After Dinner, Between A Glass Of Brandy And A Cigarette. Nature Sometimes Turns Out Creatures Like That.

The Glasses Were Half Full, Which Meant That The Guests Were Completely So

She Realized For The First Time That Two People Can Never Reach Each Others Deepest Feelings And Instincts, That They Spend Their Lives Side By Side, Linked It May Be, But Not Mingled, And That Each One's Inmost Being Must Go Through Life Eternally Alone.