Not that I want to be a god or a hero. Just to change into a tree, grow for ages, not hurt anyone.
In a room where people unanimously maintain a conspiracy of silence, one word of truth sounds like a pistol shot.
Poetry is news brought to the mountains by a unicorn and an echo.
Men will clutch at illusions when they have nothing else to hold to.
The true enemy of man is generalization.
We have become indifferent to content, and react, not even to form, but to technique, to technical efficiency itself.