Some questions don't have answers, which is a terribly difficult lesson to learn.

So few grown women like their lives.

A mistake is simply another way of doing things

News is what someone wants suppressed. Everything else is advertising.

To love what you do and feel that it matters - how could anything be more fun?

Democracy depends on information circulating freely in society.

If we had failed to pursue the facts as far as they led, we would have denied the public any knowledge of an unprecedented scheme of political surveillance and sabotage.

No one can avoid aging, but aging productively is something else.

I always thought if you worked hard enough and tried hard enough, things would work out. I was wrong.

What I essentially did was to put one foot in front of the other, shut my eyes and step off the ledge. The surprise was that I landed on my feet.

To me, working is a form of sustenance, like food or water, and nearly as essential.

Love as a flower loves the morning sun.Love with kindness, expect no return. Love like the morning sun, expect no return.

No poet or novelist wishes he was the only one who ever lived, but most of them wish they were the only one alive, and quite a number believe their wish has been granted.

Giving is the only gift we should all endeavour to give the world each day.

The more one reads poetry, the less tolerant one becomes of any sort of verbosity, be that in political or philosophical discourse, be that in history, social studies or the art of fiction.

[Freedom is] the societal condition that exists when every individual has 100% control of his own property.

To while away the day contemplating evils that might have been is to poison the happiness we already have.

I want you to understand something: I am loving father who would do anything for his kids, whether they are mine or belonging to others in my family.

... the life of the mind is reality, and love without romantic illumination is a spiritless matter.

You shy, Francesca?” Javier asks me later on. I shake my head. “Not really.” I’m just sad, I want to say. And I’m lonely.

Everybody's trusting in the heart like the heart don't lie...