When I Curse Fate, It's Not Me,

Consolation Calm Down. Both Your Sins And Your Good Deeds Will Be Lost In Oblivion.

It Isn't Pleasant To Surrender To The Hegemony Of A Nation Which Is Still Wild And Primitive, And To Concede The Absolute Superiority Of Its Customs And Institutions, Science And Technology, Literature And Art. Must One Sacrifice So Much In The Name Of The Unity Of Mankind?

Irony Is The Glory Of Slaves.

Yet Falling In Love Is Not The Same As Being Able To Love.

The Purpose Of Poetry Is To Remind Us / How Difficult It Is To Remain Just One Person.