You see, one loves the sunset when one is so sad.

Water, thou hast no taste, no color, no odor; canst not be defined, art relished while ever mysterious. Not necessary to life, but rather life itself, thou fillest us with a gratification that exceeds the delight of the senses.

When someone blushes, doesn't that mean 'yes'?

Sitting in the flickering light of the candles on this kerchief of sand, on this village square, we waited in the night. We were waiting for the rescuing dawn - or for the Moors. Something, I know not what, lent this night a savor of Christmas. We told stories, we joked, we sang songs. In the air there was that slight fever that reigns over a gaily prepared feast. And yet we were infinitely poor. Wind, sand, and stars. The austerity of Trappists. But on this badly lighted cloth, a handful of men who possessed nothing in the world but their memories were sharing invisible riches.

Love does not cause suffering: what causes it is the sense of ownership, which is love's opposite.

It is always in the midst, in the epicenter, of your troubles that you find serenity.

If it is true that wars are won by believers, it is also true that peace treaties are sometimes signed by businessmen.