You know... when you are sad you love the sunsets.

The tender friendships one gives up, on parting, leave their bite on the heart, but also a curious feeling of a treasure somewhere buried.

All grown-ups were once children... but only few of them remember it.

A man's age is something impressive, it sums up his life: maturity reached slowly and against many obstacles, illnesses cured, griefs and despairs overcome, and unconscious risks taken; maturity formed through so many desires, hopes, regrets, forgotten things, loves. A man's age represents a fine cargo of experience and memories.

Here is my secret. It is very simple: one sees well only with the heart. The essential is invisible to the eyes.

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

One man may hit the mark, another blunder; but heed not these distinctions. Only from the alliance of the one, working with and through the other, are great things born.