My Only Politics Have Been Friendship.

The Joy Of Youth Is To Disobey; But The Trouble Is That There Are No Longer Any Orders.

Don't For A Moment Believe He Was Killing The Young; He Was Costuming Angels.

After The Writer's Death, Reading His Journal Is Like Receiving A Long Letter.

What Uniform Can I Wear To Hide My Heavy Heart? It Is Too Heavy. It Will Always Show. Jacques Felt Himself Growing Gloomy Again. He Was Well Aware That To Live On Earth A Man Must Follow Its Fashions, And Hearts Were No Longer Worn.

I Only Fear The Death Of Others. For Me, True Death Is That Of The People I Love