where would the shout of love begin, if not from the summit of sacrifice?

Happiness lies for those who cry, those who hurt, those who have searched, and those who have tried for only they can appreciate the importance of people who have touched their lives.

The peasants of the Asturias believe that in every litter of wolves there is one pup that is killed by the mother for fear that on growing up it would devour the other little ones.

Dry happiness is like dry bread. We eat, but we do not dine. I wish for the superfluous, for the useless, for the extravagant, for the too much, for that which is not good for anything.

Human society, the world, and the whole of mankind is to be found in the alphabet.

Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent.

Wherever the Turkish hoof trods, no grass grows.