When your hands leap towards mine, love, what do they bring me in flight?

Like a jar you housed the infinite tenderness, and the infinite oblivion shattered you like a jar.

I love you only because it's you the one I love; I hate you deeply, and hating you Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you Is that I do not see you but love you blindly.

Love is short, but forgetting is long.

I think it was very informative, but a lot still needs to be done.

Give me, for my life, all lives, give me all the pain of everyone, I'm going to turn it into hope. Give me all the joys, even the most secret, because otherwise how will these things be known? I have to tell them, give me the labors of everyday, for that's what I sing.

A book, a book full of human touches, of shirts, a book without loneliness, with men and tools, a book is victory.