Point me out the happy man and I will point you out either egotism, selfishness, evil - or else an absolute ignorance.

One has no talent. I have no talent. It's just a question of working, of being willing to put in the time.

I've caught belief like a disease. I've fallen into belief like I fell in love.

We can love with our minds, but can we love only with our minds? Love extends itself all the time, so that we can love even with our senseless nails: we love even with our clothes, so that a sleeve can feel a sleeve.

I thought I am kissing pain and pain belongs to You as happiness never does. I love You in Your pain. I could almost taste metal and salt in the skin, and I thought, How good you are. You might have killed us with happiness, but You let us be with You in pain.

Its typical of Mexico, of the whole human race perhaps — violence in favour of an ideal and then the ideal lost but the violence just going on.

Politics, war, marriage, crime, adultery. Everything that exists in the world has something to do with money.