Ce Que Je Sais De

... We Need The Sweet Pain Of Anticipation To Tell Us We Are Really Alive.

He Seemed So Certain About Everything, Didn't He? And Yet None Of His Certainties Was Worth One Hair Of A Woman's Head. He Wasn't Even Sure He Was Alive, Because He Was Living Like A Dead Man.

For There Is Merely Bad Luck In Not Being Loved; There Is Misfortune In Not Loving.

That's The Way Man Is, Cher Monsieur. He Has Two Faces: He Can't Love Without Self-love.

There Are Crimes Of Passion And Crimes Of Logic. The Boundary Between Them Is Not Clearly Defined.