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

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

Leaves glowing in the sun, zealous hum of bumblebees, From afar, from somewhere beyond the river, echoes of lingering voices And the unhurried sounds of a hammer gave joy not only to me. Before the five senses were opened, and earlier than any beginning They waited, ready, for all those who would call themselves mortals, So that they might praise, as I do, life, that is, happiness.

On the day the world ends A bee circles a clover, A fisherman mends a glimmering net.

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.

Language is the only homeland.

You who think of us: they lived only in delusion... Know that we the People of the Book, will never die!