When She Raises Her Eyelids

At Sixty-three Years Of Age, Less A Quarter, One Still Has Plans.

Never Touch A Butterfly's Wing With Your Finger.

Writing Only Leads To More Writing.

On This Narrow Planet, We Have Only The Choice Between Two Unknown Worlds. One Of Them Tempts Us - Ah! What A Dream, To Live In That! - The Other Stifles Us At The First Breath.

Voluptuaries, Consumed By Their Senses, Always Begin By Flinging Themselves With A Great Display Of Frenzy Into An Abyss. But They Survive, They Come To The Surface Again. And They Develop A Routine Of The Abyss: It's Four O Clock. At Five I Have My Abyss.