It is remarkable, all that men can swallow. For a good ten minutes I read a newspaper. I allowed the spirit of an irresponsible man who chews and munches another's words in his mouth, and gives them out again undigested, to enter into me through my eyes.

Words do not express thoughts very well. They always become a little different immediately after they are expressed, a little distorted, a little foolish.

The call of death is a call of love. Death can be sweet if we answer it in the affirmative, if we accept it as one of the great eternal forms of life and transformation.

Only the ideas that we really live have any value.

Human life is reduced to real suffering, to hell, only when two ages, two cultures and religions overlap.

One day I would be a better hand at the game. One day I would learn how to laugh. Pablo was waiting for me, and Mozart too.

He saw that the water continually flowed and flowed and yet it was always there; it was always the same and yet every moment it was new.