Give me neither poverty nor riches.

Life without love is like a tree without blossom and fruit.

She’s a strong cup of black coffee in a world that is drunk on the cheap wine and shallow love

Praise youth and it will prosper.

It is youth that has discovered love as a weapon.

Imagine me holding your hand. But wait, between them, there is something. Oh, it’s a little heart. It is a small world that we haven’t opened yet. It beats. It waits for our tender kiss and then we will be able to sense it with our own hearts.

Everything terrible is something that needs our love.

Only the wisest and stupidest of men never change.