I am the son of an illiterate father and mother.

Hunger is actually the worst weapon of mass destruction. It claims millions of victims each year.

Brazil has rediscovered itself, and this rediscovery is being expressed in its people's enthusiasm and their desire to mobilize to face the huge problems that lie ahead of us.

The growing use of biofuel will be an inestimable contribution to the generation of income, social inclusion and reduction of poverty in many poor countries of the world.

Where there is hunger there is no hope. There is only desolation and pain. Hunger nurtures violence and fanaticism. A world where people starve will never be safe

When I see Messi - who is the best player in the world in my opinion - lose the ball, he runs off until he gets it back or commits a foul. Our guys lose the ball and fold their arms.

Free trade is very important if we respect equality among nations.

A war can perhaps be won single-handedly. But peace - lasting peace - cannot be secured without the support of all.

The true path to peace is shared development. If we do not want war to go global, justice must go global

Well-fed people can enhance their dignity, their health and their learning capacity. Putting resources into social programs is not expenditure. It is investment.

Everyone is innocent unless proven otherwise.

Rich children are always blond, Jocelyn goes. It has to do with vitamins.

The financial elite already have the politicians in their pockets, as a result of their lobbying.

I love cycling, but if I could find a way of building something above the streets for cyclists, that would be amazing. We need even more space.

If history in the making be a fluid thing, it swiftly crystallizes.

Except for the violin pieces and a few of my orchestra pieces, all of my works from the Passacaglia on relate to the death of my mother.

The fanatics for progress often have too little appreciation of the existing.

There is no victory at bargain basement prices.

When we married, you measured 36-24-36. Now you're 42-42-42. There's more of you, but you are not worth as much.

What I would like in my painting is simply a spray of colour that hangs like a cloud, but does not lose its shape.

But then, the flames of a fire are not made less painful by the knowledge that others are burning with you.