“Intelligence is the wife, imagination is the mistress, memory is the servant.”

Few people dare now to say that two beings have fallen in love because they have looked at each other. Yet it is in this way that love begins, and in this way only.

A man is not idle because he is absorbed in thought. There is visible labor and there is invisible labor.

Promise to give me a kiss on my brow when I am dead. I shall feel it.

If the soul is left in darkness sins will be committed. The guilty one is not he who commits the sin, but he who causes the darkness

Laughter is sunshine, it chases winter from the human face.

It is not easy to keep silent when silence is a lie.

Music expresses that which cannot be put into words and that which cannot remain silent

When dictatorship is a fact, revolution becomes a right.

To die is nothing; but it is terrible not to live.

Let us fear ourselves. Prejudices are the real robbers; vices are the real murderers. The great dangers lie within ourselves.

Sometimes we make love with our eyes. Sometimes we make love with our hands. Sometimes we make love with our bodies. Always we make love with our hearts.

To love or have loved, that is enough. Ask nothing further. There is no other pearl to be found in the dark folds of life.

Even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise.

Conscience is God present in man.

Almost all our desires, when examined, contain something too shameful to reveal.

If people did not love one another, I really don’t see what use there would be in having any spring.

The collapse of the global marketplace would be a traumatic event with unimaginable consequences. Yet I find it easier to imagine than the continuation of the present regime.

I am absorbed in the magic of movement and light. Movement never lies. It is the magic of what I call the outer space of the imagination.

Just imagine, a cow on the balcony of the nation, what an awful thing, what a shitty country.

Our vision is so limited we can hardly imagine a love that does not show itself in protection from suffering. The love of God is of a different nature altogether. It does not hate tragedy. It never denies reality. It stands in the very teeth of suffering.

When we wallow in guilt, remorse, and shame over real or imagined sins of the past, we are disdaining God’s gift of grace.

There is nothing more beautiful than seeing a person being themselves. Imagine going through your day being unapologetically you.

The noise resembles the roar of heavy, distant surf. Standing on the stirring ice one can imagine it is disturbed by the breathing and tossing of a mighty giant below.

If leadership requires a fired-up sense of purpose and imagination, it also demands a profound connection to the society to be led.