To love is to battle, to open doors, to cease to be a ghost with a number forever in chains, forever condemned by a faceless master; the world changes if two look at each other and see.

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

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

Love is an attempt at penetrating another being, but it can only succeed if the surrender is mutual.

Believing ourselves to be possessors of absolute truth degrades us: we regard every person whose way of thinking is different from ours as a monster and a threat and by so doing turn our own selves into monsters and threats to our fellows.

The purpose of poetry is to restore to mankind the possibility to wonder.

A glass pitcher, a wicker basket, a tunic of coarse cloth. Their beauty is inseparable from their function. Handicrafts belong to a world existing before the separation of the useful and the beautiful.