Poetry is a search for syllables to shoot at the barriers of the unknown and the unknowable.

To never see a fool you lock yourself in your room and smash the looking-glass.

To those who had ordered them to death, one of them said: “We die because the people are asleep and you will die because the people will awaken.”

Poetry is the journal of a sea animal living on land, wanting to fly in the air.

There are some people who can receive a truth by no other way than to have their understanding shocked and insulted.

There are men and women so lonely they believe God, too, is lonely.

Time is the coin of our live. We must take care how we spend it.