We can be friends. We can be anything we want to be.

Personally I think that grammar is a way to attain beauty.

I thought: pity the poor in spirit who know neither the enchantment nor the beauty of language.

We think we can make honey without sharing in the fate of bees, but we are in truth nothing but poor bees, destined to accomplish our task and then die.

If you have but one friend, make sure you choose her well.

To be poor, ugly and, moreover, intelligent condemns one in our society to a dark and disillusioned life...to beauty all is forgiven.

So if there is something on the planet that is worth living for, I'd better not miss it, because once you're dead, it's too late for regrets, and if you die by mistake, that is really, really dumb.

Entrusting one's life is not the same as opening up one's soul.

I'm afraid to go into myself and see what's going on in there.

Because beauty consits of it's own passing, just as we reach for it. It's the ephemeral configuration of things in the moment, when you can see both their movement and their death.

I suddenly felt my spirit expand, for I was capable of grasping the utter beauty of the trees.

The denunciation of injustice implies the rejection of the use of Christianity to legitimize the established order.

Classicism is health, romanticisim is sickness.

If a leader goes with their gut, it should be after listening first to people they trust.

A fragrance is like a dress, an expression of personality. It can be both erotic or powerful, or both, but it always combines femininity and sensuality.

A man snatches the first kiss, pleads for the second, demands the third, takes the fourth, accepts the fifth - and endures all the rest.

The way forward for Africa is investment.

We do not seek a Christ whom we have invented, for only in the real communion of the Church do we encounter the real Christ.

Pleasures may turn a heart to stone, riches may make it callous, but sorrows cannot break it. Hearts live by being wounded.

Your hand opens and closes and opens and closes. If it were always a fist or always stretched open, you would be paralyzed.

A dog will never forget the crumb thou gavest him, though thou mayst afterwards throw a hundred stones at his head.