Human reason is beautiful and invincible. No bars, no barbed wire, no pulping of books, No sentence of banishment can prevail against it. It puts what should be above things as they are. It does not know Jew from Greek nor slave from master.

The soul exceeds its circumstances.

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.

Only a white-haired old man, who would be a prophet Yet is not a prophet, for he's much too busy, Repeats while he binds his tomatoes: No other end of the world will there be, No other end of the world will there be.

I am composed of contradictions, which is why poetry is a better form for me than philosophy

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

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