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.

Men are all the same, they think that because they came out of the belly of a woman they know all there is to know about women.

Somewhere in the infinite that He occupies, God advances and withdraws the pawns of the other games He plays, but it is too soon to worry about this one, all He need do for the present is allow things to take their natural course, apart from the occasional adjustment with the tip of His little finger to make sure some stray thought or action does not interfere with the harmony of destinies.

Whether we like it or not, the one justification for the existence of all religions is death, they need death as much as we need bread to eat.

For human words are like shadows, and shadows are incapable of explaining light and between shadow and light there is the opaque body from which words are born.

Dignity has no price ... when someone starts making small concessions, in the end life loses all meaning.

It is strange how the elderly fall silent when they ought to go on speaking, obliging the young to learn everything from scratch.