All of us yearn for the highest wisdom, but we have to rely on ourselves in the end.

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

And now I am ready to keep running When the sun rises beyond the borderlands of death. I already see mountain ridges in the heavenly forest Where, beyond every essence, a new essence awaits.

I am not my own friend.Time cuts me in two.

I knew that I would speak in the language of the vanquished No more durable than old customs, family rituals, Christmas tinsel, and once a year the hilarity of carols.

It is sweet to think I was a companion in an expedition that never ends

Language is the only homeland.