A central claim of the Bush administration's foreign policy is that the spread of democracy in the Middle East is the cure for terrorism.

Nuclear proliferation - the proliferation of WMDs altogether - is one of the greatest dangers of our time.

To be in Florence is to reflect on Europe's intricate diversity - and its lost creativity.

The key to the survival of liberty in the modern world is the embrace of multiple identities.

Europe is a woman, now middle-aged, who has already had a number of heart attacks and is currently experiencing the biggest health crisis of her life, but one that need not be fatal.

There is already a generation of European graduates who feel they have been robbed of the better future they were led to expect. They are members of a new class: the precariat.

Yet another thing Canadians and Europeans have in common is an obsession with the United States, and with distinguishing themselves from it, often by crude stereotyping.

The Eurozone has clearly gone spectacularly wrong, pulling down all the continental economies.

Europe's biggest problem is its success.

But transitions from the politics of violence to democratic compromise are always messy.

I love this country, but the union jack leaves me cold.

One cannot trust a path, because the path is different for each person who takes it. One can only trust a person to choose the path that best represents their values and experiences.

--And the good thing about feeling happy, you know, Valentin? ...It's that you think it's forever, that one's never ever going to feel unhappy again.

Some men simply refuse to appear insulted. But then, having felt the sting from the slap on their cheek, know just where to slip the knife, their smile never fading.

I have crazy claustrophobic dreams, weird elevator dreams where the elevator closes in and all of a sudden I am lying down - oh my God, it's a casket. Just freaky stuff like that.

Your day is your week is your month is your year.

The way to attain the virtue of mercy lies in our constant awareness of being encompassed by mercy.

When you hear music, after it's over, it's gone, in the air. You can never capture it again.

For the joy of ear and eye, for the heart and mind's delight, for the mystic harmony, linking sense to sound and sight; Lord of all, to thee we raise this our hymn of grateful praise.

Lies had deserted me, and I felt as lonely as though they had been my only friends.

I can't believe there are so many people who aren't us.