great regret, great memory
....everything is forgotten, even a great love.
That's what's sad about life, and also what's wonderful about it.
There is only a way of looking at things, a way that comes to you every once in a while.
That's why it's good to have had love in your life after all, to have had an unhappy passion-
it gives you an alibi for the vague despairs we all suffer from
