Men will clutch at illusions when they have nothing else to hold to.

And if there is no lining to the world? If a thrush on a branch is not a sign, But just a thrush on the branch? If night and day Make no sense following each other?

The purpose of poetry is to remind us how difficult it is to remain just one person, for our house is open, there are no keys in the doors, and invisible guests come in and out at will.

The voice of passion is better than the voice of reason. The passionless cannot change history.

When a writer is born into a family, the family is finished.

Irony is the glory of slaves.

Our memory is childish and it saves only what we need.