Where words fail, music speaks.

But shouldn't all of us on earth give the best we have to others and offer whatever is in our power?

How little do the wisest among us know of that which is so important to us all.

Well, yes: people write poems when they are in love, but a wise man will not print them.

The naive was only a part of my fairy tales; humour was the real salt in them.

Travelling expands the mind rarely.

Everything you look at can become a fairy tale and you can get a story from everything you touch.