The greatest assassin of life is haste, the desire to reach things before the right time which means overreaching them.

I am not I. I am this one walking beside me whom I do not see, whom at times I manage to visit, and whom at other times I forget; who remains calm and silent while I talk, and forgives, gently, when I hate, who walks where I am not, who will remain standing when I die.

Literature is a state of culture, poetry is a state of grace, before and after culture.

My only two weapons: time and silence.

The urban man is an uprooted tree, he can put out leaves, flowers and grow fruit but what a nostalgia his leaf, flower, and fruit will always have for mother earth!

The background reveals the true being and state of being of the man or thing. If I do not possess the background, I make the man transparent, the thing transparent.

A permanent state of transition is man's most noble condition.