Art is what remains of religion: the dance above the yawning abyss.

Social criticism begins with grammar and the re-establishing of meanings.

Poetry, in the past, was the center of our society, but with modernity it has retreated to the outskirts. I think the exile of poetry is also the exile of the best of humankind.

The North American system only wants to consider the positive aspects of reality. Men and women are subjected from childhood to an inexorable process of adaptation certain principles, contained in brief formulas are endlessly repeated by the Press, the radio, the churches, and the schools, and by those kindly, sinister beings, the North American mothers and wives. A person imprisoned by these schemes is like a plant in a flowerpot too small for it he cannot grow or mature.

Without democracy freedom is a chimera

Every view of the world that becomes extinct, every culture that disappears, diminishes a possibility of life

When we learn to speak, we learn to translate.