Tragedies are about the depths that call up to certain men and insist that they descend.

The candle is not lit To give light, but to testify to the night.

I have spent many years trying to recover a common language, one that can cross the distance between people.

We make the path by walking.

There are very few adults in our culture able to imagine any genuine life coming from the vertical plane - tradition, religion, or devotion.

One could say the higher the spirit goes, the more deeply the soul sinks down into the waters of melancholy and tragedy. Drowning in that water is as sweet as rising.

If you want the truth, I will tell you the truth: Friend, listen: the God whom I love is inside.