The Return Makes One Love The Farewell.

I Could Not Clearly Distinguish What Was Passing In My Head; It Seemed To Me That I Was Under The Influence Of A Horrible Dream And That I Had But To Awake To Find Myself Cured; At Times It Seemed That My Entire Life Had Been A Dream, Ridiculous And Childish, The Falseness Of Which Had Just Been Disclosed.

Vanity And Dignity Are Incompatible With Each Other; Vain Women Are Almost Sure To Be Vulnerable.

Life Is A Deep Sleep Of Which Love Is The Dream

I Can't Help It, The Idea Of The Infinite Torments Me.

Man Is A Pupil, Pain Is His Teacher.