You See, One Loves The Sunset When

You Know...my Flower...i'm Responsible For Her. And She's So Weak! And So Naive. She Has Four Ridiculous Thorns To Defend Her Against The World.

People Have Stars, But They Aren't The Same. For Travelers, The Stars Are Guides. For Other People, They're Nothing But Tiny Lights. And For Still Others, For Scholars, They're Problems... But All Those Stars Are Silent Stars. You, Though, You'll Have Stars Like Nobody Else... Since I'll Be Laughing On One Of Them, For You It'll Be As If All The Stars Are Laughing. You'll Have Stars That Can Laugh!... And It'll Be As If I Had Given You, Instead Of Stars, A Lot Of Tiny Bells That Know How To Laugh.

Flying Is A Man's Job And Its Worries Are A Man's Worries.

Each Man Carries Within Him The Soul Of A Poet Who Died Young.

I Shall Never Again Admire A Merely Brave Man.