Sadness flies on the wings of the morning, and out of the heart of darkness comes the light.
I believe in the gods. Or rather I believe that I believe in the gods. But I don’t believe that they are great brooding presences watching over us I believe they are completely absent-minded.
The flower is the poetry of reproduction. It is the example of the eternal seductiveness of life.
Sadness flies on the wings of the morning and out of the heart of darkness comes the light.
Sadness flies on the wings of the morning and out of the heart of darkness comes the light.
Sadness flies on the wings of the morning and out of the heart of darkness comes the light.
Sadness flies on the wings of the morning and out of the heart of darkness comes the light.
Sadness flies on the wings of the morning and out of the heart of darkness comes the light.
Sadness flies on the wings of the morning and out of the heart of darkness comes the light.
Sadness flies on the wings of the morning and out of the heart of darkness comes the light.
Sadness flies on the wings of the morning and out of the heart of darkness comes the light.
Sadness flies on the wings of the morning and out of the heart of darkness comes the light.
I forgot they were talking about me. They sound so wonderfully convincing.
Everyone, when there’s war in the air, learns to live in a new element: falsehood.
As soon as war is declared it will be impossible to hold the poets back. Rhyme is still the most effective drum.
There are no elements so diverse that they cannot be joined in the heart of a man.
The flower is the poetry of reproduction. It is an example of the eternal seductiveness of life.
There is no better way of exercising the imagination than the study of law. No poet ever interpreted nature as freely as a lawyer interprets the truth.
I’m not afraid of death. It’s the stake one puts up in order to play the game of life.
I have been a woman for fifty years, and I’ve never yet been able to discover precisely what it is I am.
Those who weep recover more quickly than those who smile.
Faithful women are all alike, they think only of their fidelity, never of their husbands.
If you sing a song of peace with enough gestures and grimaces, it becomes a war song.
Men should only believe half of what women say. But which half?