are you certain that a man's life begins with his birth?

In my prayers, I want to say: Lord, don’t be far from me, and also don’t come too close. Let me contemplate the stars on the texture of your cloth, but don’t unveil your face to me. Allow me to hear the rivers that you send running, but Lord! Lord! Don’t allow me hearing your voice

A life spent writing has taught me to be wary of words. Those that seem clearest are often the most treacherous.

You can't say history teaches us this or that; it gives us more questions than answers, and many answers to every question.

life is not so long that one can grow tired of it

How do I pray? I study a rose, I count the stars, I marvel at the beauty of creation and how perfectly ordered it is, at man, the most beautiful work of the Creator, his brain thirsting for knowledge, his heart for love, and his senses, all his senses alert or gratified.

We are not just visitors on this planet, it belongs to us just as we belong to her, its past is ours, so is its future.