Capitalism sounds good in theory but it just doesn't work.

There are some places so beautiful they can make a grown man break down and weep.

One single act of defiance against power, against the State that seems omnipotent but is not, transforms and transfigures the human personality. At least for a time. For a while. Perhaps that is enough.

Wilderness begins in the human mind.

Is the Archbishop's blessing any more meaningful than the Politician's handshake? The come, they go, with bigger things than us on their minds.

The love of a man for his wife, his child, of the land where he lives and works, is for me the real meaning of mystical experience.

There is no trajectory so pathetic as that of an artist in decline.