“All mothers breed dead children.They shall, perhaps, live later.When no longer dead, they are bornNotby coincidence, by choice.”

“I wore you on me at all timesLike I now carry my pen.Unlike your own opinion myBelongings must have a function.You bled through the ink of my lines andTo be my subject nursed your thirst.Was it my ...”

“Women in love are patheticand I cannot be bothered, for now,I am back to metaphysicsand my armpits gather hair.”

“I shall have my lasso, I shall lead the course;I recognize its time to mount a different horse.”

“Its just another stop on the curvy roadthe final encounterfor the man who has liveddeath is the answer.”

“I am the interpretation of the prophetI am the artist in the coffinI am the brave flag stained with bloodI am the wounds overcomeI am the dream refusing to sleepI am the bare-breasted voice of libe...”

“The two ideas, justice and vocation, are inseparable.... It is by way of the principle and practice of vocation that sanctity and reverence enter into the human economy. It was thus possible for tr...”

“There can be no deep disappointment where there is not deep love.”

“Never forget that justice is what love looks like in public.”