We live on because we can love, and we love because we can forgive.

I don't know what frightens me more

Let me explain something to you. Look around here. How many people do you count? Sixty, eighty, eighty people? Greeks, Germans, Italians, French, Americans. Tourists from everywhere. Eating, drinking, talking, laughing. And from Bombay - Indians and Iranians and Afghans and Arabs and Africans. But how many of these people have real power, real destiny, real dynamic for their place, and their time, and the lives of thousand of people? I will tell you - four. Four people in this room with power, and the rest are like the rest of the people everywhere: powerless, sleepers in the dream.

nothing grieves more deeply or pathetically than one half of a great love that isn’t meant to be.

Of course I wanted to know. I was a writer. I wanted to know everything.

Every virtuous act has some Dark secret in its heart; every risk we take contains a mystery that can’t be solved.

We live on because we can love, and we love because we can forgive.