You cannot survive if you do not know the past.

Glory is a heavy burden, a murdering poison, and to bear it is an art. And to have that art is rare.

I leave shreds of my soul on every experience.

I feel less alone when I read the books of Ratzinger.

There are moments in Life when keeping silent becomes a fault, and speaking an obligation. A civic duty, a moral challenge, a categorical imperative from which we cannot escape.

One day you and I will have to have a little talk about this business called love. I still don't understand what it's all about. My guess is that it's just a gigantic hoax, invented to keep people quiet and diverted. Everyone talks about love: the priests, the advertising posters, the literati, and the politicians, those of them who make love. And in speaking of love and offering it as a panacea for every tragedy, they would and betray and kill both body and soul.

No matter what system you live under, there is no escaping the law that it's always the strongest, the cruellest, the least generous who win.