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Every Man Is Obsessed By The Memories Of His Own Youth.

Memory Is A Stopgap For Humans, For Whom Time Flies And What Is Passed Is Passed.

How Does A Person Feel When Looking At The Sky? He Thinks That He Doesn't Have Enough Tongues To Describe What He Sees. Nevertheless, People Have Never Stopping Describing The Sky, Simply Listing What They See.

That Day, I Began To Be Incredulous. Or, Rather, I Regretted Having Been Credulous. I Regretted Having Allowed Myself To Be Borne Away By A Passion Of The Mind. Such Is Credulity.

He Who Falls In Love In Bars Doesn't Need A Woman All His Own. He Can Always Find One On Loan.