It is impossible to communicate to people who have not experienced it the undefinable menace of total rationalism.
What is poetry which does not save nations or people?
You who think of us: they lived only in delusion... Know that we the People of the Book, will never die!
I imagine the earth when I am no more: Women's dresses, dewy lilacs, a song in the valley. Yet the books will be there on the shelves, well born, Derived from people, but also from radiance, heights.
A true opium of the people is a belief in nothingness after death.
A true opium of the people is a belief in nothingness after death - the huge solace of thinking that for our betrayals, greed, cowardice, murders we are not going to be judged.
In a room where people unanimously maintain a conspiracy of silence, one word of truth sounds like a pistol shot.