A child who does not play is not a child, but the man who doesn't play has lost forever the child who lived in him and who he will miss terribly.
— Pablo Neruda
But from each crime are born bullets that will one day seek out in you where the heart lies.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.
Peace goes into the making of a poem as flour goes into the making of bread.
You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep spring from coming.
The books that help you most are those which make you think that most. The hardest way of learning is that of easy reading; but a great book that comes from a great thinker is a ship of thought, deep freighted with truth and beauty.
And one by one the nights between our separated cities are joined to the night that unites us.
I want to do with you what spring does with cherry trees.
I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the timber, it steeped itself in the forests.