I don't know where my road is going, but I know that I walk better when I hold your hand.
In love matters; keep your pen from paper.
The most despairing songs are the most beautiful, and I know some immortal ones that are pure tears.
Happiness may have but one night, as glory but one day.
The heart that once has been your shrine for other loves is too divine
I have come too late into a world too old.