Words were not given to man in order to conceal his thoughts.

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.

Very few people are aware that in each of our fingers, located somewhere between the firs phalange, the mesophalange and the metaphalange, there is a tiny brain... It should be noted that fingers are without brains, these develop gradually with the passage of time and with the help of what the eyes see... That is why the fingers have always excelled at uncovering what is concealed.

Death is the inventor of God.

I believe that I've been asked all possible questions. I, myself, if I were a journalist, would not know what to ask me.

It takes little or nothing to undo reputations, the merest trifle makes and remakes them, it is simply a question of finding the best means of engaging the confidence or interest of those who are to become one's unsuspecting echoes or accomplices.

Death is present every day in our lives. It's not that I take pleasure in the morbid fascination of it, but it is a fact of life.