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.

From the beginning, I wanted to live my own life, and patiently I shored up that desire against wind and tide.

Only when one is able to grasp wideness can one possess it.

I did not want to be depressed by the gap existing between my weakness and my ambition.

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

I am sure that instinctively we wish to be everything, to possess it-why cut the rose or marry the man, otherwise?

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.