The timelessness of a concept has to be woven into the running warp of dying time, vertical power has to be wedded to the horizontal earth.

When the heart speaks, its language is the same under all latitudes.

We must develop a deeper interest and greater understanding of the people we meet here or abroad. Like us, they are passengers on board that mysterious ship called life.

The benefits of the accomplished journey cannot be weighed in terms of perfect moments, but in terms of how this journey affects and changes our character.

Humanity is made up of an infinity of different individuals. Each of us travels for motives exclusively his own.

When I look at something, it is certain that for an instant I am one with what I see.

I can see now that a concept or even a feeling makes no sense unless out of our substance we spin around it a web of references, of relationships, of values.