What Is Love? I have met in the streets a very poor young man who was in love. His hat was old, his coat worn, the water passed through his shoes and the stars through his soul
Be as a bird perched on a frail branch that she feels bending beneath her, still she sings away all the same, knowing she has wings.
What a grand thing, to be loved! What a grander thing still, to love!
Son, brother, father, lover, friend. There is room in the heart for all the affections, as there is room in heaven for all the stars.
The supreme happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved.
When dictatorship is a fact, revolution becomes a right.
