Seigneur, il m'apparaît parfois que j’ai besoin de son amour pour vous aimer! - André Gide

At times it seems to me that I am living my life backwards, and that at the approach of old age my real youth will begin. My soul was born covered with wrinkles—wrinkles my ancestors and parents most assiduously put there and that I had the greatest trouble removing.

Disease had taken hold of Marceline, never again to leave her; it had marked her, stained her. Henceforth she was a thing that had been spoiled.

The most beaten paths are certainly the surest, but do not hope to start much game on them.