I am in great terror of your understanding by which you penetrate into my world; and then I stand revealed and I have shared my kingdom with you.

..he made me understand something very important. Whether because I am a Latin, or because I am a neurotic, I have a need of gestures. I am myself expressive, demonstrative; every feeling I have takes on expression: words, gestures, signs, letters, articulateness or action. I need this in others.

The complaints of the child in us will never cease lamenting until it is consoled, answered, understood. Only then will it lie still in us, like our fears. It will die in peace and leave us what the child leaves to the man - the sense of wonder.

atrophy of feeling creates criminals.

It is a sign of great inner insecurity to be hostile to the unfamiliar.

Our culture made a virtue of living only as extroverts. We discouraged the inner journey, the quest for a center. So we lost our center and have to find it again.

I hate rarely, though when I hate, I hate murderously.