Animals have one thing that puts them way ahead of people: they don't dissemble, and you don't have to pretend in front of them.

Animals have one thing that puts them way ahead of people: they don't dissemble, and you don't have to pretend in front of them.

Fear is the touch of death, death reminding us of its existence.

To destroy is easier than to create, and that is why so many people are ready to demonstrate against what they reject. But what would they say if one asked them what they wanted instead?

The world is like an enormous set of scales. When evil begins to outweigh good, angels cram themselves in on the lighter side. You can't see them, but there they are, restoring the balance.

Every few seconds a new book sees the light of day. Most of them will just be a part of the hum that makes us hard of hearing. Even the book is becoming an instrument of forgetting. A truly literary work comes into being as its creator's cry of protest against the forgetting that looms over him, over his predecessors and his contemporaries alike, and over his time, and the language he speaks. A literary work is something that defies death.

Justice was revenge wrapping itself in a cloak of high principle.