We must make our lives as we sew, stitch by stitch.
An attack of hope is the same for us as an attack of fever.
Two hearts in love need no words.
Money demoralizes even the giver.
You had my heart, and I yours; a heart for a heart, good fortune for good fortune.
Par toi tout le bonheur que m’offre l’avenir Est dans mon souvenir. Through you, all the happiness that the future offers Is in my memory.
Are we not like two volumes of one book?
Why are our joys remembered more bitter than our woes?