for the more a man restricts himself the closer he is, conversely, to infinity.

In history as in human life, regret does not bring back a lost moment and a thousand years will not recover something lost in a single hour.

Truth to tell, we are all criminals if we remain silent.

It is never until one realizes that one means something to others that one feels there is any point or purpose in one's own existence.

Freedom is not possible without authority - otherwise it would turn into chaos and authority is not possible without freedom - otherwise it would turn into tyranny.

All I know is that I shall be alone again. There is nothing more terrible than to be alone among human beings.

There is nothing more vindictive, nothing more underhanded, than a little world that would like to be a big one.

In history, the moments during which reason and reconciliation prevail are short and fleeting.

Only the misfortune of exile can provide the in-depth understanding and the overview into the realities of the world.

Only the person who has experienced light and darkness, war and peace, rise and fall, only that person has truly experienced life.

Hairdressers are professional gossips; when only the hands are busy, the tongue is seldom still.

Our youth has gone to the ends of the earth to die in the silence of the truth

Pink is the navy blue of India.

When we see life, we call it beautiful. When we see death, we call it ugly. But it is more beautiful still to see oneself living at great speed, right up to the moment of death.

I think people deceive themselves about themselves, particularly as they get older.

There is no such thing as collective guilt.

Small rooms or dwellings discipline the mind, large ones weaken it.

Hollywood is not stupid, contrary to popular belief; it's really a lot of intelligent people trying to figure things out.

Instead of being a person to whom things happened, I became a person who made things happen.

In motion alone is the answer to all of the mysteries of matter.

On rolls the stream with a perpetual sigh; The rocks moan wildly as it passes by; Hyssop and wormwood border all the strand, And not a flower adorns the dreary land.