The choice you make, between hating and forgiving, can become the story of your life.

Fanatics have the look of people who do not masturbate but who think about it almost all time.

I don't know what frightens me more

Sooner or later, fate puts us together with all the people, one by one, who show us what we could, and shouldn’t, let ourselves become. Sooner or later we meet the drunkard, the waster, the betrayer, the ruthless mind, and the hate-filled heart. But fate loads the dice, of course, because we usually find ourselves loving or pitying almost all of those people. And it’s impossible to despise someone you honestly pity, and to shun someone you truly love.

Love is the opposite of power. That's why we fear it so much.

But the soul has no culture. The soul has no nations. The soul has no colour or accent or way of life. The soul is forever. The soul is one. And when the heart has its moment of truth and sorrow, the soul can't be stilled.

We have a saying in Marseilles: a man in no hurry gets nowhere fast. I have been in no hurry for eight years.