A kiss is a rosy dot placed on the "i" in loving.
My heart always timidly hides itself behind my mind. I set out to bring down stars from the sky, then, for fear of ridicule, I stop and pick little flowers of eloquence.
A man does not fight to win; it is better to fight in vain.
The dream, alone, is of interest. What is life without a dream?
A kiss is a secret which takes the lips for the ear.
All our souls are written in our eyes.