She was wearing a pair of my pajamas with the sleeves rolled up. When she laughed I wanted her again. A minute later she asked me if I loved her. I told her it didn't mean anything but that I didn't think so. She looked sad. But as we were fixing lunch, and for no apparent reason, she laughed in such a way that I kissed her.

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.

One dies if necessary, one breaks rather than bending. But I bend, because I continue to love myself.

Thinking is learning all over again how to see, directing one's consciousness, making of every image a privileged place.

Happiness and the absurd are two sons of the same earth. They are inseparable.

Everything is true, and nothing is true!

Freedom is nothing but a chance to be better.