Sometimes there are accidents in our lives the skillful extrication from which demands a little folly.

Good advice is something a man gives when he is too old to set a bad example.

All women are flirts, but some are restrained by shyness, and others by sense.

Absence diminishes mediocre passions and increases great ones, as the wind extinguishes candles and fans fires.

A work can become modern only if it is first postmodern. Postmodernism thus understood is not modernism at its end but in the nascent state, and this state is constant.

When we are unable to find tranquility within ourselves, it is useless to seek it elsewhere.

There is only one kind of love, but there are a thousand imitations.

Nothing hinders a thing from being natural so much as the straining ourselves to make it seem so.

Marriage is the only war in which you sleep with the enemy.

Most people know no other way of judging men's worth but by the vogue they are in, or the fortunes they have met with.

There are no accidents so unlucky from which clever people are not able to reap some advantage, and none so lucky that the foolish are not able to turn them to their own disadvantage.

Service, it seems, is the only antidote to existential frustration.

Some of my high school teachers did remind me that I had an excellent imagination when it came to making up excuses.

Anything that is theoretically possible will be achieved in practice, no matter what the technical difficulties are, if it is desired greatly enough.

I learnt that music cost something, and that's a good thing. Also, that I should exercise, because I didn't and I got very sick.

Life must go on; I forget just why.

Our religion is Christ, our politics Fatherland!

One of the greatest joys of tennis is having a nice volley and not really keeping score, not really looking at the lines, but just catching up with each other.

It was a long time ago now. And it was yesterday.

If you study the behavior or the attitude of Syria, Iran, and U.S., you understand that these three countries can't come to terms with each other.

The question of the social uses of photography opens out into the very largest issues of the self, of the relationship to community, to reality.