Who could have foretold the heart grows old from touching others

Some say that no one ever leaves Montreal, for that city, like Canada itself, is designed to preserve the past, a past that happened somewhere else.

Prayer is translation. A man translates himself into a child asking for all there is in a language he has barely mastered.

Friend, when you speak this carefully I know it is because you don't know what to say.

My reputation as a ladies' man was a joke that caused me to laugh bitterly through the ten thousand nights I spent alone.

The cutting of the gem has to be finished before you can see whether it shines.

Dream after dream we all lie in each other's arms