If nothing saves us from death, at least love should save us from life

The hardest way of learning is that of easy reading.

He who has nothing—it has been said many times—has nothing to lose but his chains.

While I'm writing, I'm far away; and when I come back, I've gone.

My duty moves along with my song: I am I am not: that is my destiny. I exist not if I do not attend to the pain of those who suffer: they are my pains. For I cannot be without existing for all, for all who are silent and oppressed, I come from the people and I sing for them: my poetry is song and punnishment.

I stroll along serenely, with my eyes, my shoes, my rage, forgetting everything.

There is no insurmountable solitude. All paths lead to the same goal: to convey to others what we are. And we must pass through solitude and difficulty, isolation and silence in order to reach forth to the enchanted place where we can dance our clumsy dance and sing our sorrowful song - but in this dance or in this song there are fulfilled the most ancient rites of our conscience in the awareness of being human and of believing in a common destiny.