My Only Two Weapons: Time And Silence.

Literature Is A State Of Culture, Poetry Is A State Of Grace, Before And After Culture.

Every Country Should Realize That Its Turn At World Domination, Domination Because Its Rights Coincided More Or Less With The Character Or Progress Of The Epoch, Must Terminate With The Change Brought About By This Progress.

Love, You Are Eternal Like Springtime.

I Unpetalled You, Like A Rose, To See Your Soul, And I Didn't See It. But Everything Around -horizons Of Land And Of Seas-, Everything, Out To The Infinite, Was Filled With A Fragrance, Enormous And Alive.

…perhaps This Momentary Life Of Ours Is Only The Light That Divides Our Infinite Origin From Our Infinite End.