The call of death is a call of love. Death can be sweet if we answer it in the affirmative, if we accept it as one of the great eternal forms of life and transformation.
Without words, without writing and without books there would be no history, there could be no concept of humanity.
The idea that the mind is international and supra-national, that it ought to serve not war and annihilation, but peace and reconciliation.
Some of us think holding on makes us strong; but sometimes it is letting go.
Everything becomes a little different as soon as it is spoken out loud.