Each Memorable Verse Of A

Alas, Everything That Men Say To One Another Is Alike; The Ideas They Exchange Are Almost Always The Same, In Their Conversation. But Inside All Those Isolated Machines, What Hidden Recesses, What Secret Compartments! It Is An Entire World That Each One Carries Within Him, An Unknown World That Is Born And Dies In Silence! What Solitudes All These Human Bodies Are!

I Have Come Too Late Into A World Too Old.

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

It Is Easy To Promise, And Alas! How Easy To Forget!

The Soft Contralto Notes Of A Woman's Voice Are Born In The Immediate Region Of The Heart.