One wastes so much time, one is so prodigal of life, at twenty! Our days of winter count for double. That is the compensation of the old.


Correspondance (1884)


One wastes so much time, one is so prodigal of life, at twenty! Our days of winter count for double. That is the compensation of the old.

One wastes so much time, one is so prodigal of life, at twenty! Our days of winter count for double. That is the compensation of the old.

One wastes so much time, one is so prodigal of life, at twenty! Our days of winter count for double. That is the compensation of the old.

One wastes so much time, one is so prodigal of life, at twenty! Our days of winter count for double. That is the compensation of the old.