Memories Are Like Stones, Time And Distance

A Long Association-prolonged Human Contact, When A Man And Woman Live Together-this Ends Up Producing A Sort Of Rot, A Poison.

When You Want To Believe In Something, You Also Have To Believe In Everything That's Necessary For Believing In It.

We Cannot Bear To Regard Ourselves Simply As Playthings Of Blind Chance, We Cannot Admit To Feeling Ourselves Abandoned.

The First Temptation, Upon Meeting An Old Friend After Many Years, Is Always To - Look The Other Way.

Who Cares About Great Marks Left Behind? We Have One Life... Just One. Our Life. We Have Nothing Else.