Our experience is composed rather of illusions that of wisdom acquired.
Poetry is truth in its Sunday clothes.
Science is for those who learn poetry is for those who know.
Poetry is the exquisite expression of exquisite expressions.
The happiness which is lacking makes one think even the happiness one has...
We call that person who has lost his father an orphan and a widower that man...
Experience comprises illusions lost rather than wisdom gained.
The oppressed peoples can liberate themselves only through struggle. This is a simple and clear truth confirmed by history.
