... Love Is Too Delicate

Life Isn't Always Easy But So Long As We Have Hope That We Will Find Someone To Help Us Through The Darkness Things Will Always Get Better. When We Find That Person, Life Suddenly Explodes And Darkness Turns Into A Riot Of Colour. We're Always Looking For Someone, What We Need To Remember Is That Someone Is Out There Looking For Us Too.

Sorrow Makes Us Very Good Or Very Bad.

...je N’ai Pas Cessé De L’être Si C’est D’être Jeune Que D’aimer Toujours !... L’humanité N’est Pas Un Vain Mot. Notre Vie Est Faite D’amour, Et Ne Plus Aimer C’est Ne Plus Vivre." (i Have Never Ceased To Be Young, If Being Young Is Always Loving... Humanity Is Not A Vain Word. Our Life Is Made Of Love, And To Love No Longer Is To Live No Longer.)

... What Is There Over Which The Incomparable Beauty Of Childhood Would Not Triumph?

Living For Oneself Is A Bad Thing. The Keenest Intellectual Pleasure Comes From Being Able To Return To The Self After Being Absent From It For A Spell. But Living All The Time Inside The Self, That Most Tyrannical, Demanding And Capricious Of Companions - No, One Shouldn't Do It.