When I look at my life and its secret colours, I feel like bursting into tears.

“Every revolutionary ends up either by becoming an oppressor or a heretic.”

“He knew now that it was his own will to happiness which must make the next move…”

“Cada vez que pienso en este camino de dolor y de alegría dentro de mí, sé bien,…”

“не так уж это много – любить другого, и, во всяком случае, любовь никогда не бы…”