“Fail, fail again, fail better.”

I gave up before birth.

Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try Again. Fail again. Fail better.

Life is habit. Or rather life is a succession of habits.

I use the words you taught me. If they don’t mean anything any more, teach me others. Or let me be silent.

You’re on earth. There’s no cure for that.

Birth was the death of him.

In my head there are several windows, that I do know, but perhaps it is always the same one, open variously on the parading universe.

Reality, whether approached imaginatively or empirically, remains a surface, hermetic.

Yes, there were times when I forgot not only who I was but that I was, forgot to be.

It was long since I had longed for anything and the effect on me was horrible.

Love, that is all I asked, a little love, daily, twice daily, fifty years of twice daily love like a Paris horse-butcher’s regular, what normal woman wants affection?

Memories are killing. So you must not think of certain things, of those that are dear to you, or rather you must think of them, for if you don’t there is the danger of finding them, in your mind, little by little.

To every man his little cross. Till he dies. And is forgotten.

He who has waited long enough, will wait forever. And there comes the hour when nothing more can happen and nobody more can come and all is ended but the waiting that knows itself in vain.

All has not been said and never will be.

Perhaps my best years are gone. When there was a chance of happiness. But I wouldn’t want them back. Not with the fire in me now. No, I wouldn’t want them back.

I have heard a lot about love but I’m still learning to spell it, a bit by bit every day by getting, to know you better. -The Loving.

Learning to save some love for yourself has to start somewhere. What better time than now?

Don’t surround yourself with people who run away from growth. Don’t limit yourself knowing you can evolve, do better and be better. Because you deserve better.

Just improve yourself; that is the only thing you can do to better the world.

I am a makeup artist; I make up the world to look better to me.

At times, I need to let go of all mistakes I made and believe that could a better person than before. -That belief is the courage I need.

It marks a big step in your development when you come to realize that other people can help you do a better job than you could do alone.

Our only consolation, as we feel our strength failing us, is to feel that we may help those who come after us to do more and to do better than ourselves.