We are the sons of Sorrow; we are the poets and the prophets and the musicians.
In the mouth of Society are many diseased teeth, decayed to the bones of the jaws. But Society makes no effort to have them extracted and be rid of the affliction. It contents itself with gold fillings.
Only once have I been made mute. It was when a man asked me, 'Who are you?'
The truly just is he who feels half guilty of your misdeeds.
Fear of the devil is one way of doubting God.
Thus with my lips have I denounced you, while my heart, bleeding within me, called you tender names.