Chaos is merely order waiting to be deciphered

I had no books at home. I started to frequent a public library in Lisbon. It was there, with no help except curiosity and the will to learn, that my taste for reading developed and was refined.

Such is our need to shower blame on some distant entity when it is we who lack the courage to face up to what is there before us.

There is nothing healthier for a man than to walk on his own two legs.

The wisest man I ever knew in my whole life could not read or write.

Words have their own hierarchy, their own protocol, their own artistic titles, their own plebeian stigmas.

A journey never ends. Only the travellers end.