Human beings can't bear silence.It would mean that they would bear themselves.

Given that we can live only a small part of what there is in us -- what happens with the rest?

We leave something of ourselves behind when we leave a place, we stay there, even though we go away. And there are things in us that we can find again only by going back there.

We are stratified creatures, creatures full of abysses, with a soul of inconstant quicksilver, with a mind whose color and shape change as in a kaleidoscope that is constantly shaken.

When dictatorship is a fact, revolution is a duty!

Life is not what we live; it is what we imagine we are living.

Loyalty... A will, a decision, a resolution of the soul.

A feeling is no longer the same when it comes the second time. It dies through the awareness of its return. We become tired and weary of our feelings when they come too often and last too long.

There were people who read and there were the others. Whether you were the a reader or a non-reader was soon apparent. There was no greater distinction between people.

But when we set out to understand somebody’s inside? Is that a trip that ever ends? Is the soul a place of facts? Or are the alleged facts only the deceptive shadows of our stories?

So, the fear of death might be described as the fear of not being able to become whom one had planned to be.

Whatever happened to the good old days: you know, dirty attics, tuberculosis and general all-round suffering?

The Indians kept increasing in numbers until it was estimated that we were fighting from 800 to 1,000 of them.

I've often been accused by critics of being myself on-screen. But being oneself is more difficult than you'd suppose.

It was not nails that held Jesus to that wretched cross; it was his unqualified resolution, out of love for his Father, to do his Father's will-and it was his love for sinners like me.

We need the books that affect us like a disaster

Architecture is to make us know and remember who we are.

They knew in what they called their hearts that one can get on quite well without a mother, and that it is only the mothers who think you can't.

We have to live life with a sense of urgency so not a minute is wasted.

The future's here already. It's just unevenly distributed.

Everything shrinks. Individual character. Friendships. Language. Sensibility.