Men will clutch at illusions when they have nothing else to hold to.

In a room where
people unanimously maintain
a conspiracy of silence,
one word of truth
sounds like a pistol shot.

Not that I want to be a god or a hero. Just to change into a tree, grow for ages, not hurt anyone.

Learning

To believe you are magnificent. And gradually to discover that you are not magnificent. Enough labor for one human life.

The living owe it to those who no longer can speak to tell their story for them.

Language is the only homeland.