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.

It was as though our love were a small creature caught in a trap and bleeding to death: I had to shut my eyes and wring its neck.

Innocence is like a dumb leper who has lost his bell, wandering the world, meaning no harm.

For a good man fame is always a problem.

I had committed myself: without love I'd have to go through the gestures of love.

It is impossible to go through life without trust: that is to be imprisoned in the worst cell of all, oneself.

Hope was an instinct only the reasoning human mind could kill. An animal never knew despair.