Le temps semble s’être arrêté… Tu baisses ton profil sublime, Et nous nous penchons vers l’abîme Dans un frisson d’éternité - Henri Barbusse

"Ah, my poor child, how far gone you are in your blindness! Why did you have me summoned?"

"I had hopes, I had hopes."

"Hopes? Hopes of what?"

"I do not know. The things we hope for are always the things we do not know."

I am looking for the happiness which lives. And truly, when I have a sense of some new assent wavering and making ready, or when I am on the way to a first rendezvous, I feel myself gloriously uplifted, and equal to everything! This fills my life. Desire wears the brain as much as thought wears it. All my being is agog for chances to shine and to be shared. When they say in my presence of some young woman that, "she is not happy," a thrill of joy tears through me.

Once, after we had recalled to each other an enchanted summer evening, I said, "We loved each other," and she answered, "I remember."