Behind All This, Some Great Happiness Is

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

And As We Stray Further From Love, We Multiply The Words. Had We Remained Together We Could Have Become A Silence.

From The Place Where We Are Right, Flowers Will Not Grow In The Spring.

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

Jerusalem Is A Port City On The Shore Of Eternity.