Unreal friendship may turn to real But real friendship, once ended, cannot be mended

Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

When the Stranger says: "What is the meaning of this city? Do you huddle close together because you love each other?" What will you answer? "We all dwell together To make money from each other"? or "This is a community"? Oh my soul, be prepared for the coming of the Stranger. Be prepared for him who knows how to ask questions.

If you will not have God (and He is a jealous God), you should pay your respects to Hitler or Stalin.

Where shall the word be found, where will the word / Resound? Not here, there is not enough silence.

When war is not just it is subsequently justified; so it becomes many things. In reality, an unjust war is merely piracy. It consists of piracy, ego and, more than anything, money. War is our century's prostitution.

To each individual the world will take on a different connotation of meaning-the important lies in the desire to search for an answer.