She knew this man's smile, his gentle ways of love, but not his godlike fury in the storm. She might snare him in a fragile net of music, love and flowers, but, at each departure, he would break forth without, it seemed to her, the least regret.
I saw the sunset forty-four times!
I was too young to know how to love her.
If Someone wants a sheep, then that means that he exists.
You're not a man, you're a mushroom!
We understand … that what constitutes the dignity of a craft is that it creates a fellowship, that it binds men together and fashions for them a common language.