We have art in order not to die of life.

If we understood the enigmas of life there would be no need for art.

For centuries the death penalty, often accompanied by barbarous refinements, has been trying to hold crime in check; yet crime persists. Why? Because the instincts that are warring in man are not, as the law claims, constant forces in a state of equilibrium.

No one who lives in the sunlight of gratitude that things aren't worse makes a failure of his or her life.

We all carry within us places of exile, our crimes, our ravages. Our task is not to unleash them on the world; it is to transform them in ourselves and others.

Independence is earned by a few words of cheap confidence

You cannot acquire experience by making experiments. You cannot create experience. You must undergo it.