I had to live in the desert before I could understand the full value of grass in a green ditch.
Every time I took a long leave from home, I felt as if I were going to conquer the world. Or rather, take possession of what is my birthright, my inheritance.
The timelessness of a concept has to be woven into the running warp of dying time, vertical power has to be wedded to the horizontal earth.
The state of minds vary according to the angle under which one examines them.
The sooner we learn to be jointly responsible, the easier the sailing will be.
The benefits of the accomplished journey cannot be weighed in terms of perfect moments, but in terms of how this journey affects and changes our character.
That idea of escapism... these words could sum up my life.
The true traveller is the one urged to move about for physical, aesthetic, intellectual as well as spiritual reasons.
I gained direct knowledge of the life of the poor in big towns: I have lived the narrowing mechanism of its conditioning and feared it.
I did not want to be depressed by the gap existing between my weakness and my ambition.
I can see now that a concept or even a feeling makes no sense unless out of our substance we spin around it a web of references, of relationships, of values.
I am sure that instinctively we wish to be everything, to possess it-why cut the rose or marry the man, otherwise?
The usual channels of university studies or secretarial work did not appeal to me. I cherished difficult dreams through confidence in myself.
From the beginning, I wanted to live my own life, and patiently I shored up that desire against wind and tide.
We must develop a deeper interest and greater understanding of the people we meet here or abroad. Like us, they are passengers on board that mysterious ship called life.