“Truths may clash without contradicting each other.”

To be a man is, precisely, to be responsible.

You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed.

It is only with the heart that one can see rightly.

If you come at four in the afternoon, I’ll begin to be happy by three.

It is much more difficult to judge oneself than to judge others.

The tree is a slow, enduring force straining to win the sky.

In giving you are throwing a bridge across the chasm of your solitude.

There is no hope of joy except in human relations.

There is nothing that can equal the treasure of so many shared memories.

Love consists of not looking each other in the eye, but of looking outwardly in the same direction.

I fly because it releases my mind from the tyranny of petty things.

Each man carries within him the soul of a poet who died young.

True love begins when nothing is looked for in return.

But eyes are blind. You have to look with the heart.

I remembered the fox. One runs the risk of crying a bit if one allows oneself to be tamed.

How could drops of water know themselves to be a river? Yet the river flows on.

And of course there were clashes there because people, they tried to remove those protesters from Tahrir. And I was, like, doing my job as a doctor treating them.

Matisse did neither. He clashed his colours together like cymbals and the effect was like a lullaby.

The one who adapts his policy to the times prospers, and likewise that the one whose policy clashes with the demands of the times does not.

he two worlds, Muslim and non-Muslim, Eastern and Western, must, as a matter of urgency, make a real effort to get to know one another, for I fear that what we have is not a clash of civilisations, but a clash of ignorance on both sides.

Freedom rings where opinions clash.

In those moments when priorities clash always stay guided by your values, not your perceived necessities.

I grew up in the ’90s. I listened to a lot of The Clash, Velvet Underground and Roxy Music. I wasn’t into Boyzone, or anything.

We knew that in the end what they were clashing over was us, what to do with the blacks, and whether or not to start treating us as human beings.