Being Born In A Duck Yard Does

I Would Give Gladly All The Hundreds Of Years That I Have To Live, To Be A Human Being Only For One Day, And To Have The Hope Of Knowing The Happiness Of That Glorious World Above The Stars.

She Laughed And Danced With The Thought Of Death In Her Heart.

Well, Yes: People Write Poems When They Are In Love, But A Wise Man Will Not Print Them.

Life Is Like A Beautiful Melody, Only The Lyrics Are Messed Up.

Don't Ask Me How I Am! I Understand Nothing More!