There are women whose love only ends with death.

Can there be anything more sad than a girl dying on the day of her first communion, in her new dress. A little bride of death…

As he walked, the sad faded leaves were driven pitilessly around him by the wind, and under the mingling influences of autumn and evening, a craving for the quietude of the grave … overtook him...

The main thing for inner contentment is to be in a state of grace. And there is an artistic state of grace, for art is a kind of religion.

On dirait que les projets de joie sont un défi.Trop longuement préparés,ils laissent le temps à la detinée de changer les oeufs dans le nid,et ce sont les chagrins qui nous faudra couver.

The pale water which goes away along paths of silence.

…without knowing why, he yielded to the temptation of those lips and flung onto them, eating them, partaking of their sacrament… Eucharist of love with a red host!

The widower reviewed his past in a sunless light which was intensified by the greyness of the November twilight, whilst the bells subtly impregnated the surrounding atmosphere with the melody of sounds that faded like...