An Unshared Happiness Is Not Happiness.

And When The War Broke Out, Its Real Horrors, Its Real Dangers, Its Menace Of Real Death Were A Blessing Compared With The Inhuman Reign Of The Lie, And They Brought Relief Because They Broke The Spell Of The Dead Letter.

I Come Here To Speak Poetry. It Will Always Be In The Grass. It Will Also Be Necessary To Bend Down To Hear It. It Will Always Be Too Simple To Be Discussed In Assemblies.

Departure Beyond The Borders Of My Country Is For Me Equivalent To Death.

Love Is Not Weakness. It Is Strong. Only The Sacrament Of Marriage Can Contain It.

An Unshared Happiness Is Not Happiness.