I know myself too well to believe in pure virtue.
I had been right I was still right I was always right. I had lived my life one way and I could just as well lived it another. I had done this and I hadn t done that. I hadn t done this thing and I had done another. And so?
Am well. Thinking of you always. Love
You know very well that I no longer think. I am far too intelligent for that.
I felt as though I was partly unlearning what i had never learned and yet knew so well: I mean, how to live.
Why must one love rarely to love well?
It is a well-known fact that we always recognize our homeland when we are about to lose it.