To lose the touch of flowers and women's hands is the supreme separation.

It is in the thick of calamity that one gets hardened to the truth - in other words, to silence.

but perhaps we should love what we cannot understand

I have always thought it would be easier to redeem a man steeped in vice and crime than a greedy, narrow-minded, pitiless merchant.

From Paul to Stalin, the popes who have chosen Caesar have prepared the way for Caesars who quickly learn to despise popes.

Have you noticed that only death arouses our emotions? How we love thee friends who have just passed away, right? How we admire those master who no longer speak, their mouths full of dirt. We them we are not obligated.

So the thing that bothered me most was that the condemned man had to hope the machine would work the first time.