"And let such love strike you dumb, blind, mad dead -your fate would not be altered by your smile. Tonerre de dieu... It slaked no thirst to say what love was like which came too late."
"You don't know how to love things any longer. All your love is the cantinas now: the feeble survival of a love of life now turned to poison, which only is not wholly poison, and poison has become your daily fod, when in the tavern-"
"The will of a man is unconquerable. Even God cannot conquer it."
"And yet I do not expect, ever in my life, to be happier than I am now."
"Genius will look after itself."
"For in less than four years passing so swiftly today's cigarette seemed smoked yesterday, one would be thirty-three, in seven more, forty; in forty-seven, eighty. Sixty-seven years seemed a comfortingly long time but then he would be a hundred. I am not a prodigy any longer. I have no excuse any longer to behave in this irresponsible fashion. I am not such a dashing fellow after al. I am not young. On the other hand: I am a prodigy. I am young. I am a dashing fellow. Am I not?"
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