When leaders betray their people and the people don't overthrow them, it's not just the leaders who should be blamed.

What an unfortunate instrument the guitar is! An instrument of such great nobility, a genuine monarch of music-- reduced to a pitiful lump of wood with six strings, constantly abused by people with no ear and no voice.

When people love each other, when they find each other out of thousands and millions of people. It's always destiny.

Love was something different. Love was pure delight, a fountain of emotions, sensual delights, and enjoying spending time together.

There is no abstract Evil; you have to understand that! Its roots are here, all around us, in this herd that goes on chewing and having a good time only an hour after a murder!

When people got old, why did they always develop a passion for scrabbling in the earth? Were they trying to get used to it?

That's the hardest thing of all--never to become cynical, never to lose faith, never to become indifferent.