blindness is a private matter between a person and the eyes with which he or she was born.

Inside us there is something that has no name, that something is what we are.

If I'm sincere today, what does it matter if I regret it tomorrow?

...the human being to lack that second skin we call egoism has not yet been born, it lasts much longer than the other one, that bleeds so readily.

... that destiny has to make many turnings before arriving anywhere, destiny alone knows what it has cost ...

We all have our moments of weakness, just as well that we are capable of weeping, tears are often our salvation, there are times when we would die if we did not weep…

The trouble with this dog is that it has grown too close to human beings, it will suffer as they do.

what is right and what is wrong are simply different ways of understanding our relationships with the others, not that which we have with ourselves

Virtue, should there be anyone who still ignores the fact, always finds pitfalls on the extremely difficult path of perfection, but sin and vice are so favoured by fortune...

We are so afraid of the idea of having to die… that we always try to find excuses for the dead, as if we were asking beforehand to be excused when it is our turn…

It's not the beauty of a person you should admire. It is the purity of heart that deserves your admiration.

All monsters have their fits of depression.

What adjective can be used for a nation who is consistently fooled, recurrently deceived by the crafty politicians? Goofy? Very light! Fool? Not enough! Brainless? Yes, that is the very adjective!

Most of the things that are asked of me as a representative black person, would suggest never are we equal Americans.

We shouldn't deny the pain of what happens in our lives. We should just refuse to focus only on the valleys.

Dead things show you what you’ll be too one day.

If you have not the experience, ask. There is no shame in asking, but do not pretend you know when you don't.

Even a tiny step is one step closer to where you are going.

We must, like a painter, take time to stand back from our work, to be still, and thus see what's what. . . True repose is standing back to survey the activities that fill our days.

Pause awhile, And let my counsel sway you.