Evil grows and bears fruit, which is understandable, because it has logic and probability on its side and also, of course, strength. The resistance of tiny kernels of good, to which no one grants the power of causing far-reaching consequences, is entirely mysterious, however. Such seeming nothingness not only lasts but contains within itself enormous energy which is revealed gradually.

Poetry is news brought to the mountains by a unicorn and an echo.

You see how I try To reach with words What matters most And how I fail.

A weak human mercy walks in the corridors of hospitals and is like a half-thawed winter.

Consolation Calm down. Both your sins and your good deeds will be lost in oblivion.

What has no shadow has no strength to live.

For a country without a past is nothing, a word That, hardly spoken, loses its meaning, A perishable wall destroyed by flame, An echo of animal emotions.