I sing, not to hear the echo repeat, a shade fainter, my song! I think of light and not of glory! Singing is my fashion of waging war and bearing witness. And if my song is the proudest of songs, it is that I sing clearly to make the day rise clear!

A kiss is a rosy dot placed on the "i" in loving.

It is at night that faith in light is admirable.

You must believe me when I believe, and not when I doubt.

And if kisses in these words could travel too, Madam, you'd read this letter with your lips.

Your name hangs in my heart like a bell's tongue.

To joke in the face of danger is the supreme politeness, a delicate refusal to cast oneself as a tragic hero.