This time is difficult. Wait for me. We will live it out vividly. Give me your small hand: we will rise and suffer, we will feel, we will rejoice. We are once more the pair who lived in bristling places, in harsh nests in the rock. This time is difficult. Wait for me with a basket, with a shovel, with your shoes and your clothes. Now we need each other, not only for the carnations' sake, not only to look for honey — we need our hands to wash with, to make fire.

All paths lead to the same goal: to convey to others what we are.

I believed that the way passed through Man, and that it was from there that destiny had to emerge.

With which stars do they go on speaking,the rivers that never reach the sea?

I want to do for you what the spring does for the cherry trees

my feet will want to walk to where you are sleeping but I shall go on living.

Why do trees conceal the splendor of their roots?