“Study the world’s skin before you set out to look for its heart.”

Even if we love someone very much, at times it happens that we forget about it.

Forgive me also that I didn’t fight like Lord Byron for the happiness of captive peoples that I watched only risings of the moon and museums.

I could write a treatise on the sudden transformation of life into archaeology

I thank You Lord for creating the world beautiful and various and if this is Your seduction I am seduced for good and past all forgiveness

I turn to history not for lessons but to confront my experience with the experience of others and to win for myself a sense of responsibility for the state of the human conscience.

Be courageous when the mind deceives you Be courageous In the final account only this is important

No time to grieve for roses when the forests are burning.

And if the City falls and one survives he shall carry the City within on the roads of exile he shall be the City

The dead have need of fairy tales too.

There is magic in shattering, for the most beautiful masterpieces are made from broken glass.

Life is your art. An open, aware heart is your camera. A oneness with your world is your film. Your bright eyes and easy smile is your museum.

Never allow for temporary thoughts take over the permanence of your heart.

I do things differently, because I don’t go by a rule book, because I lead from the heart, not the head, and albeit that’s got me into trouble in my work, I understand that.

Distance unites missing beats of two hearts in love.

In difficult times carry something beautiful in your heart.

We cannot have peace among men whose hearts find delight in killing any living creature.

To wake the soul by tender strokes of art, To raise the genius, and to mend the heart.