It is impossible to communicate to people who have not experienced it the undefinable menace of total rationalism.

The purpose of poetry is to remind us / how difficult it is to remain just one person.

In a room where people unanimously maintain a conspiracy of silence, one word of truth sounds like a pistol shot.

The child who dwells inside us trusts that there are wise men somewhere who know the truth.

The death of a man is like the fall of a mighty nation That had valiant armies, captains, and prophets, And wealthy ports and ships all over the seas.

The living owe it to those who no longer can speak to tell their story for them.

Language is the only homeland.