I possess no weapon but love. With that I have come to do battle. Help me!

All those who actually live the mysteries of life haven't the time to write, and all those who have the time don't live them! D'you see?

If only we know, boss, what the stones and rain and flowers say. Maybe they call-call us-and we don't hear them. When will people's ears open, boss? When shall we have our eyes open to see? When shall we open our arms to embrace everything-stones, rain, flowers, and people? What do you think about that, boss? And what do your books have to say about that?

I say one thing, you write another, and those who read you understand still something else! I say: cross, death, kingdom of heaven, God...and what do you understand? Each of you attaches his own suffering, interests and desires to each of these sacred words, and my words disappear, my soul is lost. I can't stand it any longer!

We come from a dark abyss, we end in a dark abyss, and we call the luminous interval life.

Let your youth have free reign, it won't come again, so be bold and no repenting.

Since we cannot change reality, let us change the eyes which see reality.