We do not yet know each other because we have not yet dared to be silent together.

To live is often only to have a choice of several despairs.

All the goodness, beauty, and perfection of a human being belong to the one who knows how to recognize these qualities.

We do not yet know each other because we have not yet dared to be silent together.

Passion, that thing of beauty, that flowering without roots, has to be born, live and die without reason.

a personality devoted uniquely to its own development absorbs other lives.

Without imagination, nothing is dangerous.