Sorrow is one of the vibrations that prove the fact of living.

To live is to be slowly born.

Each man carries within him the soul of a poet who died young.

Whoever loves above all the approach of love will never know the joy of attaining it.

Peace dies when the framework is ripped apart. When there is no longer a place that is yours in the world. When you know no longer where your friend is to be found.

Where I live, everything is very small.

Grown-ups love figures... When you tell them you've made a new friend they never ask you any questions about essential matters. They never say to you "What does his voice sound like? What games does he love best? Does he collect butterflies? " Instead they demand "How old is he? How much does he weigh? How much money does his father make? " Only from these figures do they think they have learned anything about him.