“My heart was fashioned to be susceptible of love and sympathy, and when wrenched by misery to vice and hatred, it did not endure the violence of the change without torture such as you cannot even imagine.”
“So the more things remained the same, the more they changed after all. Nothing endures. Not love, not a tree, not even a death by violence.”
“Nothing endures. Not a tree. Not love. Not even death by violence.”
“So the more things remain the same, the more they change after all—plus c'est la même chose, plus ça change. Nothing endures, not a tree, not love, not even a death by violence.”
“Fashion changes, but style endures.”
“What we cannot change we must endure without bitterness.”