Tell me who admires and loves you, and I will tell you who you are.

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

You're not a man, you're a mushroom!

The tree is a slow, enduring force straining to win the sky.

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

Well, I must endure the presence of a few caterpillars if I wish to become acquainted with the butterflies.

I am very fond of sunsets. Come, let us go look at a sunset.