Nous vivons en un temps où, Dieu merci, une condamnation à mort ne déshonore plus personne.
Tant de choses ne valent pas d'être dites. Et tant de gens ne valent pas que les autres choses leur soient dites. Cela fait beaucoup de silence.
Nos émotions sont dans nos mots comme des oiseaux empaillés.
Il y a un démon qui a nom confiance.
On blesse l'amour-propre, on ne le tue pas.
On ne doit pas accorder sa confiance à quelqu'un qui ne sourit jamais.
Tout ce qui n'est pas passion est sur un fond d'ennui.
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