Beginning with adolescence, my political formation was oriented in the ideological direction of Marxism. It was natural, being that my thinking was influenced by an atmosphere of active critical resistance. That was the way it was during all of the dictatorship and up to the Revolution of 1974.

One can show no greater respect than to weep for a stranger.

We use words to understand each other and even, sometimes, to find each other.

The wisest man I ever knew in my whole life could not read or write. At four o'clock in the morning, when the promise of a new day still lingered over French lands, he got up from his pallet and left for the fields, taking to pasture the half-dozen pigs whose fertility nourished him and his wife.

We never consider that the things dogs know about us are things of which we have not the faintest notion.

The wise man contents himself with what he has, until such time as he invents something better.

...the habit of falling hardens the body, reaching the ground, to in itself, is a relief.