We can escape from everything, but not from ourselves.

A human being is a being who is constantly 'under construction,' but also, in a parallel fashion, always in a state of constant destruction.

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.

...this is the way fate usually treats us, it's right there behind us, it has already reached out a hand to touch us on the shoulder while we're still muttering to ourselves, It's all over, that's it, who cares anyhow.

I am traveling less in order to be able to write more. I select my travel destinations according to their degree of usefulness to my work.

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

Consciences keep silence more often than they should, that's why laws were created.