Smiling with pleasure, they went through their memories, not sad, old people's memories, but poetic, youthful ones, those impressions from the very distant past where dream merges with reality, and they laughed softly, rejoicing at something.

The truth is obtained like gold, not by letting it grow bigger, but by washing off from it everything that isn't gold

Enough or not...it will have to do

Music is love in search of a voice.

To regard Christ as God, and to pray to him, are to my mind the greatest possible sacrilege.

If everyone fought for their own convictions there would be no war.

Boredom is desire seeking desire.