The Christian’s decision to see the world as ugly and evil has made the world ugly and evil.[quoting Nietzsche]
Sick loves cannot be treated. You can treat cancer, but not love.[to Sofia]
The world once again confirms it has no use for poetry. But I am not the world. That is not me.
Those who have prejudices do not know the facts.
Sorrow has no hierarchy. Suffering is not a sport. There is no final ranking.
Proper form, polished to perfection, becomes mystical.
Man cannot be changed, but he can be diverted.
It is by doing nothing that we destroy those precious jewel boxes that are our families.
If I do not please, I cannot seduce. If I do not seduce, I cannot influence. If I do not influence, I repent.
I can be pope. Because I know how to endure suffering. Others don’t.
A vagrant lays dying on a street corner. The government says to him: I’ll help you. The doctor says to him: I’ll cure you. His daughter says to him: I’ll give you money. His friend says to him: I’ll share my wine with you. And the Church says nothing to him. The Church is thinking about him.
Good actors know that at a certain point it is time to withdraw from the stage.
