Jerusalem is a port city on the shore of eternity.

Knowledge of peace passes from country to country, like children's games, which are so much alike, everywhere.

The reason a poet is a poet is to write poems, not to advertise himself as a poet.

Behind all this, some great happiness is hiding.

Here (Jerusalem), tears do not weaken the eyes, they only polish and shine the hardness of faces like stone.

There are two languages: one as things seem to us and the other of knowledge.

I’ve never been in those places where I’ve never been and never will be, I have no share in the infinity of light-years and dark-years, but the darkness is mine, and the light, and my time is my own.