About dreams. It is usually taken for granted that you dream of something that has made a particularly strong impression on you during the day, but it seems to me it´s just the contrary. Often it´s something you paid no attention to at the time -- a vague thought that you didn´t bother to think out to the end, words spoken without feeling and which passed unnoticed -- these are the things that return at night, clothed in flesh and blood, and they become the subjects of dreams, as if to make up for having been ignored during waking hours.

An unshared happiness is not happiness.

As for the men in power, they are so anxious to establish the myth of infallibility that they do their utmost to ignore truth.

He comes as a guest to the feast of existence, and knows that what matters is not how much he inherits but how he behaves at the feast, and what people remember and love him for.

Love is not weakness. It is strong. Only the sacrament of marriage can contain it.

She was here on earth to make sense of its wild enchantments.

But what are pity, conscience, or fear To the brazen pair, compared With the living sorcery Of their hot embraces?