Most Of The Time In Married Life

The Bite Of Conscience Is Indecent.

The Coward Does Not Know What It Means To Be Alone: An Enemy Is Always Standing Behind His Chair.

There Are The Terrible Ones Who Carry About In Themselves The Beast Of Prey, And Have No Choice Except Lusts Or Self-laceration. And Even Their Lusts Are Self-laceration.

We Are, All Of Us, Growing Volcanoes That Approach The Hour Of Their Eruption, But How Near Or Distant That Is, Nobody Knows- Not Even God.

I Believe Only In French Culture And Consider Everything In Europe That Calls Itself 'culture' A Misunderstanding, Not To Speak Of German Culture.