Humankind is never what he is but the self he seeks.

If each of my words were a drop of water, you would see through them and glimpse what I feel: gratitude, acknowledgement.

Light is time thinking about itself.

Today we all speak, if not the same tongue, the same universal language. There is no one center, and time has lost its former coherence: East and West, yesterday and tomorrow exist as a confused jumble in each one of us. Different times and different spaces are combined in a here and now that is everywhere at once.

Enormous and solid but swaying, beaten by the wind but chained, murmur of a million leaves against my window. Riot of trees, surge of dark green sounds. The grove, suddenly still, is a web of fronds and branches.

The value of e-commerce is not in the e, but in the commerce.

For every language that becomes extinct, an image of man disappears.