Money has no religion except itself.

Your lips are like sugar And your cheeks an apple Your breasts are paradise And your body a lily. O, to kiss the sugar To bite the apple To reveal paradise And open the lily.

Man is a bird without wings and a bird is a man without sorrow.

In reality the world is as full of bad mothers as it is of bad fathers, and it is not the motherless children who become delinquent but the fatherless ones.

He gets into the habit of thinking so passionately at night that he begins to be persecuted by insomnia.

We have roots that grow towards each other underground. And when all the pretty blossom has fallen from our branches we find that we are one tree and not two.

No man is a man until he has been a soldier.