True poetry is the fragrance of the heart in the house of peace.

True love is like a long quiet river.

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Holding the moon in your hands, velvety, your heart beats on my lips.

Love is a ray of sunshine in the days of darkness.

True love begins with an innocent smile.

With love, you can see the stars.

Your charming smile makes me travel to the realm of the stars.

Love from the heart shows itself in meekness and not in tumultuous drumbeats.

Where there is love, there is no war.

And finally, and above all love will conquer.

We need falsifications to make the past inhabitable.

Even when a person has all of life's comforts - good food, good shelter, a companion - he or she can still become unhappy when encountering a tragic situation.

This shall hence become my music.

To develop our real selves, we need time alone for thought and meditation. To be always giving out and never pumping in, the well runs dry.

There is the heat of Love, the pulsing rush of Longing, the lover’s whisper, irresistible—magic to make the sanest man go mad.

I once asked a hermit in Italy how he could venture to live alone, in a single cottage, on the top of a mountain, a mile from any habitation? He replied, that Providence was his next-door neighbor.

The Democratic Party's complete obeisance to [the abortion] lobby makes Democrats look bought, frightened and craven.

Get together a hundred or two men, however sensible they may be, and you are very likely to have a mob.

A translation in verse . . . seems to me something absurd, impossible.

There's not a lot you can do about the national economy but there is a lot you can do about your personal economy.