An orange on the table, your dress on the rug, and you in my bed, sweet present of the present, cool of night, warmth of my life.

He put the coffee in the cup. He put the milk in the cup of coffee. He put the sugar in the white coffee, with the tea-spoon he stirred. He drank the white coffee and he put the cup down. Without speaking to me.

All will be lost apart from happiness.

When truth is no longer free, freedom is no longer real: the truths of the police are the truths of today.

Our Father which art in heaven - Stay there - And we will stay on earth - Which is sometimes so pretty.

Even if happiness forgets you a little bit, never completely forget about it.

We should try to be happy, just to set an example