Everything can be forgiven in this world, save telling the truth.

Deep down we've never been who we think we once were, and we only remember what never happened.

Death does that: it makes everyone feel sentimental. When we stand in front of a coffin, we all see only what is good or what we want to see.

If people thought a quarter of what they speak, this world would be heaven.

Books are mirrors: you only see in them what you already have inside you.

Human beings believe just as they breathe - in order to survive.

It is difficult to hate an idea. That requires a certain intellectual discipline and a slightly obsessive, sick mind. There aren’t too many of those. It’s much easier to hate someone with a recognizable face whom we can blame for everything that makes us feel uncomfortable. It doesn’t have to be an individual character. It could be a nation, a race, a group. . .anything.