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.
A mother's arms are made of tenderness and children sleep soundly in them.
Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent.
When a woman is talking to you, listen to what she says with her eyes.
How did it happen that their lips came together? How does it happen that birds sing, that snow melts, that the rose unfolds, that the dawn whitens behind the stark shapes of trees on the quivering summit of the hill? A kiss, and all was said.