Language Is The Source Of Misunderstandings.

All Grown-ups Were Once Children... But Only Few Of Them Remember It.

When I Find A Woman Attractive, I Have Nothing At All To Say. I Simply Watch Her Smile. Intellectuals Take Apart Her Face In Order To Explain It Bit By Bit, But They No Longer See The Smile.

Where I Live, Everything Is Very Small.

She Knew This Man's Smile, His Gentle Ways Of Love, But Not His Godlike Fury In The Storm. She Might Snare Him In A Fragile Net Of Music, Love And Flowers, But, At Each Departure, He Would Break Forth Without, It Seemed To Her, The Least Regret.

To Be A Man Is, Precisely, To Be Responsible. It Is To Feel Shame At The Sight Of What Seems To Be Unmerited Misery. It Is To Take Pride In A Victory Won By One's Comrades. It Is To Feel, When Setting One's Stone, That One Is Contributing To The Building Of The World.