...A strange art – music – the most poetic and precise of all the arts, vague as a dream and precise as algebra. - Guy de Maupassant

That was perhaps the only woman I have ever loved — no — that I ever should have loved. Ah, well! who can tell? Circumstances rule one. And then — and then — all passes.

The matter had to be settled immediately, without delaying another day, for at times he too felt an imperious need for instant solutions, which is all the weak are capable of, given their inability to sustain an effort of will.

They had moved closer to one another to watch the dying moments of the day, this beautiful bright May day.