I wish I could live them again." "Come and see me there." He sighed.
The newspaper, books, and his daily work prevented him.
M.Martin-Belleme said everyone should bow before such reasons, and that one was too happy to read the articles and the fine books written by M.
Paul Vence to have any wish to take him from his work.
"Oh, my books! One never says in a book what one wishes to say.

It is impossible to express one's self.

I know how to talk with my pen as well as any other person; but, after all, to talk or to write, what futile occupations! How wretchedly inadequate are the little signs which form syllables, words, and phrases.

What becomes of the idea, the beautiful idea, which these miserable hieroglyphics hide?
What does the reader make of my writing?
A series of false sense, of counter sense, and of nonsense.

To read, to hear, is to translate.