Man Needs To Suffer. When He Does

Fortunately, There Is A Sane Equilibrium In The Character Of Nations, As There Is In That Of Men.

But Love, Like The Sun That It Is, Sets Afire And Melts Everything. What Greed And Privilege To Build Up Over Whole Centuries The Indignation Of A Pious Spirit, With Its Natural Following Of Oppressed Souls, Will Cast Down With A Single Shove.

A Poem Is Something Sacred. Let No One Take It For Anything Except Itself.

Our Wine Is Bitter, But It Is Our Wine.

In A Time Of Crisis, The Peoples Of The World Must Rush To Get To Know Each Other.