The most despairing songs are the most beautiful, and I know some immortal ones that are pure tears.

The blood of my motherland waters a magic plant that cures all ills. That plant is art, and sometimes art needs corruption as a kind of fertilizer

... but one loves, and when one is on the brink of death, one turns around to look backward, and one says to oneself: "I have often suffered, I have sometimes been wrong, but I have loved.

Look at the sun! It’s dry, it’s dead, it needs a drink, it wants blood! And I’ll give it blood!

In love matters; keep your pen from paper.

The soft contralto notes of a woman's voice are born in the immediate region of the heart.

Nothing is a sin when you obey the orders of a priest