It is the missed opportunity that counts, and in a love that vainly yearns from behind prison bars you have perchance the love supreme.

There is nothing that can equal the treasure of so many shared memories.

When one wishes to play the wit, he sometimes wander a little from the truth.

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

One can be a brother only in something. Where there is no tie that binds men, men are not united but merely lined up.

Straight ahead you can't go very far.

Grown ups are certainly very strange.