And if it is for your comfort to pour your darkness into space, it is also for your delight to pour forth the dawning of your heart.

“Och när ni krossar ett äpple med era tänder, säg då till ert hjärta: ”

“-أسمعينا أيتها الحرية ، أرحمينا يا ابنة اثينا ، أنقذينا يا أخت روما ،خلصينا يا …”

“The poet is a pure spring from which all thirsty souls may drink.”

“We live only to discover beauty. All else is a form of waiting”