I guess the quality that makes one write poetry keeps one from selling it.

Love! The poor word. How it has suffered up and down the streets of the world.

London is like a woman with too many years to encourage confession.

Even those who lose the battle are not cowards - if they have fought.

In deep suffering, you know the sacred soul.

Hope to sin only in the service of waking up.

Love doesn't think twice, it comes all at once, or whispers from a distance.

When you play a tiebreaker, you dont have time to think of anything, ... You have to go for your shots because one shot can make such a difference. Thats the kind of shot that can break an opponent.

Life belongs to man, but the meaning of life is beyond him.

We would not be interested in human beings if we did not have the hope of someday meeting someone worse off than ourselves.

I am no longer sure of anything. If I satiate my desires, I sin but I deliver myself from them; if I refuse to satisfy them, they infect the whole soul.

The mind gets distracted in all sorts of ways. The heart is its own exclusive concern and diversion.

I should have been happy: I wasn’t.

It is an oldish question, but not perhaps a very interesting one, whether cooking is an art or not.