“Yet, if the world were bettered byMy death or story left untold, I would condemn myself to dieFor misdemeanours manifold: I bring no harm to young or oldAlive or dead, in either case: A man so needy never rolledA mountain from its resting place.”

“In my own country I am in a far off land.I am strong but have no power.I win all yet remain a loser.At break of day I say goodnight.When I lie down I have great fear of falling.”

“We were two and had but one heart.”

“I die of thirst beside the fountain.”

“Ou sont les neiges d'antan?”

“Et Jehanne, la bonne Lorraine,Qu'Anglais brulerent a Rouen,Ou sont-elles, Vierge souv'raine,Mais ou sont les neiges d'antan?”

“Adeline was really rather charming, she always had a man in her life, but it never worked out: either they were nice but she didn't find them very exciting; or they were exciting but she didn't find them particularly nice, or they were neither nice nor exciting and she wondered why she was with them at all. She found a way of making the exciting men nicer and that was by leaving them. But then, they weren't exciting anymore either.”