Jealousy devours us, we are its dish of the day. (Jalousie nous dévore. - Nous sommes son plat du jour)

The water shines only by the sun. And it is you who are my sun.

Rain on your body burned my heart. (Pluie sur ton corps - Brûla mon coeur.)

For him, she bends over backwards. It is origami of the heart. (Pour lui, elle se plie en quatre. - C'est l'origami du cœur)

The king who has the broad bean does not have one whole wafer. (Le roi qui a la fève - N'a la galette entière.)

Love is tears of joy, this is the baptism of fingers. (L'amour, c'est larme de joie, - C'est le baptême des doigts)

We have a thousand possible, but only one is the target. (Nous avons mille possibles, - Mais un seul est la cible)

The regrets are like yesterday: they announce only the future. (Les regrets sont comme hier: - Ils n'annoncent que le futur)

The memory of the dead is indeed a good remorse. (Le souvenir des morts - Est bien un bon remords)

Even Jesus, three days, died. Who is strong doesn't make the strong. (Même Jésus, trois jours, est mort. Qui est fort ne fait le fort)

Mystery of love is like digging water: everything closes. (Mystère de l'amour est comme - Creuser l'eau : tout se referme)

He laughed to free his mind from his mind's bondage.

The people are the only sure reliance for the preservation of our liberty.

As far as modern writing is concerned, it is rarely rewarding to translate it, although it might be easy. Translation is very much like copying paintings.

Angels descending bring from above Echoes of mercy, whispers of love.

Serious misfortunes, originating in misrepresentation, frequently flow and spread before they can be dissipated by truth.

I care deeply about journalism, but we need to be a business.

Life becomes livable only to the extent that death is treated as a friend, never as an enemy.

When we ignore the world outside the walls we suffer-as does it.

Any great and inspiring leader or organization that ever existed set out to do something completely unrealistic.

The presence of the present has become insistent, undeniable, and I dare not look away.