A Weak Human Mercy Walks

The Purpose Of Poetry Is To Remind Us / How Difficult It Is To Remain Just One Person.

We Have Become Indifferent To Content, And React, Not Even To Form, But To Technique, To Technical Efficiency Itself.

Love Means To Look At Yourself The Way One Looks At Distant Things For You Are Only One Thing Among Many.

The Voice Of Passion Is Better Than The Voice Of Reason. The Passionless Cannot Change History.

I Think That I Am Here, On This Earth, To Present A Report On It, But To Whom I Don't Know. As If I Were Sent So That Whatever Takes Place Has Meaning Because It Changes Into Memory.