I have never considered myself a poet. I have no interest in poetic artistry.
The thought of a limit to perceptual space and time staggers the mind.
Democracy is a system where people are counted not weighed.
Become dust - and they will throw thee in the air; Become stone - and they will throw thee on glass.
Our bread and water are of one table: the progeny of Adam are as a single soul.
Why should I ask the wise men: Whence is my beginning? I am busy with the thought: Where will be my end?