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

Evil grows and bears fruit, which is understandable, because it has logic and probability on its side and also, of course, strength. The resistance of tiny kernels of good, to which no one grants the power of causing far-reaching consequences, is entirely mysterious, however. Such seeming nothingness not only lasts but contains within itself enormous energy which is revealed gradually.

Consolation Calm down. Both your sins and your good deeds will be lost in oblivion.

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

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

I think that I am here, on this earth, to present a report on it, but to whom I don't know. As if I were sent so that whatever takes place has meaning because it changes into memory.

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