It is the savor of bread broken with comrades that makes us accept the values of war.

The soldier's body becomes a stock of accessories that are not his property.

The wind in the grain is the caress to the spouse; it is the hand of peace stroking her hair.

He fell as gently as a tree falls. There was not even any sound.

If a composer suffers from loss of sleep and his sleeplessness induces him to turn out masterpieces, what a profitable loss it is!

You become responsible for a long time for what you've tamed.

The flower you single out is a rejection of all other flowers; nevertheless, only on these terms is it beautiful.