Dark nail polish is vulgar.
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Dark nail polish is vulgar.
Love him. Unconditionally and with devotion. You chose him. He must be wonderful. If you chose him for any other reason, your problem, whatever it may be, lies in the realm of which I know nothing. If your brain, instead of your heart, pilots your emotions, there must be regrets. You cannot trust your brain. You can trust your heart.
"It is so convenient to be frank and honest" said Nietzsche. He meant "toward other people," naturally.
Jealousy. An uncontrollable passion, the siamese twin of love.
Nightclub. I like the genuine Russian ones in Paris where one can cry over Little Cornflower with sobbing violins for company. Fashionable nightclubs do not attract me.
There is no excuse for not writing letters. My mother used to say: "Don't tell me you have no time to write to someone who is waiting."
It is easier for the unattractive girl to live a life of modesty.
The weak are more likely to make the strong weak than the strong are likely to make the weak strong.
Negligee. The thing you hopefully buy when you first get married and which you wish you could return when you eyes encounter it crowding your closet while you grab for your workclothes year in and out.
In fear of being sentimental people often shun sentiment. A sad confusion.