I deeply wished I could make the stars all come down and breathe them; disappear in them

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

Perfection does not exist; to understand it is the triumph of human intelligence; to expect to possess it is the most dangerous kind of madness.

Is is true that dictators never dream because they can change their smallest fantasies into realities if they want to?

A lively retrospect summons back to us once more our youth, with vivid reflex of its early joys and unstained pleasures.

The mouth keeps silent to hear the heart speak.

Experience is the name men give to their follies or their sorrows.