When A Woman Wants To Betray Her

To Feel, To Love, To Suffer, To Devote Herself, Will Always Be The Text Of The Life Of Woman.

The Virtues We Acquire, Which Develop Slowly Within Us, Are The Invisible Links That Bind Each One Of Our Existences To The Others - Existences Which The Spirit Alone Remembers, For Matter Has No Memory For Spiritual Things.

Suicide, Moreover, Was At The Time In Vogue In Paris: What More Suitable Key To The Mystery Of Life For A Skeptical Society?

Love Endows Us With A Sort Of Personal Religion; We Respect Another Live Within Ourselves.

The Innocence Of Virgins Is Like Milk Which Turns When Exposed To A Clap Of Thunder, To A Tart Smell, To A Hot Day, To The Merest Nothing.