Unrequited Love Is As Different From The

Where There Is No Longer Love, There Is No Longer Anything.

Not To Love Is To Cease To Live.

If They Are Ignorant, They Are Despised, If Learned, Mocked. In Love They Are Reduced To The Status Of Courtesans. As Wives They Are Treated More As Servants Than As Companions. Men Do Not Love Them: They Make Use Of Them, They Exploit Them, And Expect, In That Way, To Make Them Subject To The Law Of Fidelity.

God Abandons Only Those Who Abandon Themselves, And Whoever Has The Courage To Shut Up His Sorrow Within His Own Heart Is Stronger To Fight Against It Than He Who Complains.

I Love Everything That Makes Up A Milieu, The Rolling Of The Carriages And The Noise Of The Workmen In Paris, The Cries Of A Thousand Birds In The Country, The Movement Of The Ships On The Waters. I Love Also Absolute, Profound Silence, And, In Short, I Love Everything That Is Around Me, No Matter Where I Am.