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A Diary Is The Last Place To Go If You Wish To Seek The Truth About A Person. Nobody Dares To Make The Final Confession To Themselves On Paper: Or At Least, Not About Love.

Shyness Has Laws You Can Only Give Yourself; Tragically To Those Who Least Understand.

Of Women, The Most We Can Say, Not Being Frenchmen, Is That They Are Burrowing Animals.

A City Becomes A World When One Loves One Of Its Inhabitants.

Everyone Loathes His Own Country And Countrymen If He Is Any Sort Of Artist.