Put All Your Rage And

She Was As Sated With Him As He Was Tired Of Her. Emma Had Rediscovered In Adultery All The Banality Of Marriage.

One Can Be The Master Of What One Does, But Never Of What One Feels.

My Foregrounds Are Imaginary, My Backgrounds Real.

Exuberance Is Better Than Taste.

After The Pain Of This Disappointment Her Heart Once More Stood Empty, And The Succession Of Identical Days Began Again.