It is only with the heart that one can see rightly.
One's suffering disappears when one lets oneself go, when one yields - even to sadness.
I fly because it releases my mind from the tyranny of petty things.
One must observe the proper rites.
To forget a friend is sad. Not every one has had a friend. And if I forget him, I may become like the grown−ups who are no longer interested in anything but figures.
On ne sait jamais! One never knows!