At a certain level of suffering or injustice no one can do anything for anyone. Pain is solitary.

Great ideas, it has been said, come into the world as gently as doves. Perhaps then, if we listen attentively, we shall hear amid the uproar of empires and nations, a faint flutter of wings, the gentle stirring of life and hope. Some will say that this hope lies in a nation; others in a man. I believe rather that it is awakened, revived, nourished, by millions of solitary individuals whose and works every day negate frontiers and the crudest implications of history.

Whoever gives nothing, has nothing. The greatest misfortune is not to be unloved, but not to love.

It is impossible to give a clear account of the world, but art can teach us to reproduce it-just as the world reproduces itself in the course of its eternal gyrations. The primordial sea indefatigably repeats the same words and casts up the same astonished beings on the same sea-shore.

Without culture, and the relative freedom it implies, society, even when perfect, is but a jungle. This is why any authentic creation is a gift to the future.

But the world itself has no reason, and I can say so, I who have experienced it all, from the creation to the destruction.

The danger of lectures is that they create the illusion of teaching for teachers, and the illusion of learning for learners.