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

I have been a lucky man. To feel the intimacy of brothers is a marvelous thing in life. To feel the love of people whom we love is a fire that feeds our life. But to feel the affection that comes from those whom we do not know, from those unknown to us, who are watching over our sleep and solitude, over our dangers and our weaknesses – that is something still greater and more beautiful because it widens out the boundaries of our being, and unites all living things.

And when you appear all the rivers sound in my body, bells shake the sky, and a hymn fills the world.

If suddenly you do not exist, If suddenly you are not living, I shall go on living. I do not dare, I do not dare to write it, if you die. I shall go on living.

So the freshness lives on in a lemon, in the sweet-smelling house of the rind, the proportions, arcane and acerb.

Megaphone in which the wind passes singing.

Today is today, and yesterday is gone. There is no doubt.