"Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings."
"All those who try to unveil the mysteries always have tragic lives. At the end they are always punished."
"The personal life deeply lived always expands into truths beyond itself."
"What I cannot love, I overlook. Is that real friendship?"
"We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations."
"Societies in decline have no use for visionaries."