Mother died today. Or maybe yesterday; I can't be sure.

Imagination offers people consolation for what they cannot be, and humor for what they actually are.

We turn our backs on nature; we are ashamed of beauty. Our wretched tragedies have a smell of the office clinging to them, and the blood that trickles from them is the color of printer's ink.

If pimps and thieves everywhere were always punished, honest people would all believe themselves always to be innocent.

Blessed are the hearts that can bend; they shall never be broken.

... here, where the gaze is stopped everywhere, the whole earth is designed so that the face turns upward and the gaze implores. Oh! I hate this world where we are reduced to God.

Freedom is not a gift received from the State or leader, but a possession to be won every day by the effort of each and the union of all.