Loving Means Getting Rid Of Names.

Wisdom Lies Neither In Fixity Nor In Change, But In The Dialectic Between The Two.

We Are Condemned To Kill Time, Thus We Die Bit By Bit.

Poetry, In The Past, Was The Center Of Our Society, But With Modernity It Has Retreated To The Outskirts. I Think The Exile Of Poetry Is Also The Exile Of The Best Of Humankind.

What Characterizes A Poem Is Its Necessary Dependence On Words As Much As Its Struggle To Transcend Them.

Light Is Time Thinking About Itself.