In the world of highways, a beautiful landscape means: an island of beauty connected by a long line with other islands of beauty.

Memory does not make films, it makes photographs.

We all reject out of hand the idea that the love of our life may be something light or weightless; we presume our love is what must be, that without it our life would no longer be the same; we feel that Beethoven himself, gloomy and awe-inspiring, is playing the “Es muss sein!” to our own great love.

Yes, the essence of every love is a child, and it makes no difference at all whether it has ever actually been conceived or born. In the algebra of love a child is the symbol of the magical sum of two beings.

Jealousy has the amazing power to illuminate a single person in an intense beam of light, keeping the multitude of others in total darkness.

Nothing requires a greater effort of thought than arguments to justify the rule of non-thought.

Even in the game there lurks a lack of freedom; even in a game is a trap for the players.