Human history is work history. The heroes of the people are work heroes.

The people always know that some of the grain will be good, some of the crop will be saved, some will return and bear the strength of the kernel, that from the bloodiest year some survive to outfox the frost.

To be bound by hungers is a beautiful thing but to be bound by physical hungers only is too low a state for man.

I am luminous with age.

The body repeats the landscape. They are the source of each other and create each other.

Linear thinking is patriarchal.

An abyss seems to have opened between the intellectual cosmopolites of culture and the people, hungry for word and meaning.