The world has forgotten, in its concern with left and right, that there is an above and below.

It was a farce from the beginning, it ruined my life.

Sooner or later we all discover that the important moments in life are not the advertised ones, not the birthdays, the graduations, the weddings, not the great goals achieved. The real milestones are less prepossessing. They come to the door of memory.

There is the melancholy of Europe. There is the romantic malaise. Feeling sad is almost a form of deepness.