What we need now is endless courage.

We have the bad habit, some of us, of looking back to a time - almost any time will do - when society was stable and orderly, family ties stronger and deeper, love more lasting and faithful, and so on. Let me be your Cassandra prophesying after the fact, and a long study of the documents in the case: it was never true, that is, no truer than it is now.

The greatest art comes out of warmth and conviction and deep feeling, but then, very few people, even geniuses, have all that.

God does not know whether a skin is black or white, He sees only souls.

No man can be explained by his personal history, least of all a poet.

You shouldn't side-step suffering if you have to go through it to get where you're going.

I shall try to tell the truth, but the result will be fiction.