Everyone dies. Everyone leaves. What matters is the things you build together before they go. What matters is the part of them that continues in you when they're gone.

The nations that offer to arbitrate are the ones that think they should rule the world.

Unfortunately, we live in a time when the media are almost a monoculture.

Maybe we're the fools, for thinking we know things. Maybe humans are the only ones who can deal with the fact that nothing can ever be known at all.

It is possible to have words come to your mind, and still refrain from speaking them aloud.

When you really know someone, you can't hate him.

Death is not a tragedy to the one who dies; to have wasted the life before that death, that is the tragedy.