The kiss is neither returned nor exchanged, because it's free. (Le baiser n'est ni repris - Ni échangé, car gratuit.)

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)

Whenever two good people argue over principles they are both right.

There is no greater sorrow than to recall happiness in times of misery.

The greatest fine art of the future will be the making of a comfortable living from a small piece of land.

You know, back in the day, when a guy saved a Princess's life, she would reward him with a kiss.

[The lyrics and melody] usually come a little simultaneously, but I would say the lyrics are first; usually I have the idea for a story in my head, or few lines.

Once you prove yourself, that you're a utility player, they're going to contact you and say, hey, yeah, we need you for a film next Thursday at Fox or Sony or whatever. You kind of get a reputation.

I speak of that learning which wakes us acquainted with the boundless extent of nature, and the universe, and which even while we remain in this world, discovers to us both heaven, earth, and sea.

Thus it seemed to Haeckel that such simple life could easily be produced from inanimate material.

If journalism is the first draft of history, then the Internet simply has provided a new means for delivering that draft far and wide very quickly.

I don't quite understand how a generation and a half after the Second World War we've gotten where we are now.