Knowledge Of Peace Passes From Country To

Every Intelligent Person, Whether Hes An Artist Or Not - A Mathematician, A Doctor, A Scientist - Possesses A Poetic Way Of Seeing And Describing The World.

The Soul Inside Me Is The Last Foreign Language I'm Learning.

I Try To Stay A Civilian, To Live As A Human, Not As A Poet.

There Are Two Languages: One As Things Seem To Us And The Other Of Knowledge.

Here (jerusalem), Tears Do Not Weaken The Eyes, They Only Polish And Shine The Hardness Of Faces Like Stone.