I can't imagine myself outside any kind of social or political involvement.

Perfect moments, especially when they verge on the sublime have the grave disadvantage of being very short lived, which in fact, being obvious, we would not need to mention were it not that they have a still greater disadvantage, which is that we do not know what to do once they are over.

Nothing so tires a person as having to struggle, not with himself, but with an abstraction.

We're not short of movements proclaiming that a different world is possible, but unless we can coordinate them into an international movement, capitalism just laughs at all these little organisations.

Will we ever learn that certain things can be understood only if we take the trouble to trace them to their origins.

Words that come from the heart are never spoken, they get caught in the throat and can only be read in ones's eyes.

Human vocabulary is still not capable, and probably never will be, of knowing, recognizing, and communicating everything that can be humanly experienced and felt.