Our mistakes make us interesting.
He is second to none when it comes to seascapes. I get sea sick in front of his paintings.
Ruins also come to maturity in the course of time.
My favorite books are those which know how to read me.
I have seen thee as the half-awakened child sees his mother in the dusk of the dawn and then smiles and sleeps again.
The poet stands between two illusions: the reality and poetry.
Pretty legs can make a great career when caressed by some strong hands.
Youth seems to be incomprehensible. The grown
The evening sky to me is like a window, and a lighted lamp, and a waiting behind it.
Before negotiating with the wolf, have it muzzled.