It is the missed opportunity that counts, and in a love that vainly yearns from behind prison bars you have perchance the love supreme.

Only the children know what they are looking for.

One is a member of a country, a profession, a civilization, a religion. One is not just a man.

The tender friendships one gives up, on parting, leave their bite on the heart, but also a curious feeling of a treasure somewhere buried.

I fly because it releases my mind from the tyranny of petty things.

Each man must look to himself to teach him the meaning of life. It is not something discovered: it is something molded.

How desperately difficult it is to be honest with oneself. It is much easier to be honest with other people.What is true is invisible to the eye. It is only with the heart that one can see clearly.