We expect Germany to push more strongly for democracy and human rights in Turkey.
Experience is the cane of the blind.
You cannot eat a cluster of grapes at once, but it is very easy if you eat them one by one.
The sacrifice to Legba was completed; the Master of the Crossroads had taken the loas' mysterious routes back to his native Guinea. Meanwhile, the feast continued. The peasants were forgetting their misery: dance and alcohol numbed them, carrying away their shipwrecked conscience in the unreal and shady regions where the savage madness of the African gods lay waiting.
Misfortune is never invited. And it comes and sits at the table without permission and it eats, leaving nothing but bones.
Heaven has its business and earth has its business: those are two separate things. Heaven, that's the angels' pasture; they are happy; they don't have to fret about food and drink. And you can be sure that they have black angels to do the heavy work like laundering the clouds or sweeping the rain and cleaning the sun after a storm, while the white angels sing like nightingales all day long or blow in those little trumpets like they show in the pictures we see in church.
Peasants are a rude lot, and hard: life has hardened their hearts, but they are thick and awkward only in appearance; you have to know them. No one is more sensitive to what gives man the right to call himself a man: good-heartedness, bravery and virile brotherhood.
I wanted to be an actor. My parents were not too keen on that.
I just feel like I'm going to be criticized regardless of what I do next, so I might as well do something that I feel really passionate about.
When we have to change our mind about a person, we hold the inconvenience he causes us very much against him.
If sacred places are spared the ravages of war. . . then make all places sacred. And if the holy people are to be kept harmless from war. . . then make all people holy.