One of the delights known to age, and beyond the grasp of youth, is that of Not Going.

The more we elaborate our means of communication, the less we communicate.

I have always been delighted at the prospect of a new day, a fresh try, one more start, with perhaps a bit of magic waiting somewhere behind the morning.

To show a child what once delighted you, to find the child's delight added to your own - this is happiness.

We cannot get grace from gadgets.

If we openly declare what is wrong with us, what is our deepest need, then perhaps the death and despair will by degrees disappear.

Just because something is told as a story and that story is part legend or myth, or feat of imagination, does not mean there is no truth in it.

You never appreciate your anonymity until you don't have it anymore.

A good holiday is one spent among people whose notions of time are vaguer than yours.

Living in an age of advertisement, we are perpetually disillusioned. The perfect life is spread before us every day, but it changes and withers at a touch.

We are members of one body. We are responsible for each other.

History is a tool used by politicians to justify their intentions.

How to sustain the miracle Of being, that like a muted bell, Or like some ocean-breathing shell, Quivers, intense and still?

What I say is that the supreme and singular joy of making love resides in the certainty of doing evil.

I both wished and feared to see Mr. Rochester on the day which followed this sleepless night. I wanted to hear his voice again, yet feared to meet his eye.

The confessions can touch on every human emotion. They can be laugh-out-loud funny, for sure, they can be heart-breaking, they can be sexual or hidden acts of kindness, they can be romantic.

Fatigue is the price of leadership. Mediocrity is the price of never getting tired.

Strength, confidence, humility and love. Hector Ricardo's four tenets of life.

Literally, I just love food and I like going to dinner with big groups of people so you can try everything.

Stern accuracy in inquiring, bold imagination in describing, these are the cogs on which history soars or flutters and wobbles.

The noblest motive is the public good.