When the owl sings, the night is silent. (Quand le hibou chante, La nuit est silence)

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)

Stop lying to yourself. When we deny our own truth, we deny our own potential.

If an ontology predicts almost nothing it ends up explaining almost nothing, and there's no reason to believe it.

True independence and freedom can only exist in doing what's right.

So great is the compassion excited in Mary by our misery, and such is the love that she bears us, that she prays constantly, and relaxes not her efforts in our behalf.

As civilization grows more complex, it is simultaneously becoming increasingly interrelated. We are converging upon ourselves, and this is forcing us to relate.

Jesus did not have a value for prayer for prayer's sake. He had a value for the intimate communion between God and man.

God wears white flannels.

I remember my youth and the feeling that will never come back any more

At root fame is a sham. I'm not going to live forever and if I am I certainly need don't you to tell me that so that I will buy a car or a box of dried up crackers.

The most noble fate a man can endure is to place his own mortal body between his loved home and the war's desolation.