In This World, There Must Be A

He Who Could Have Been A Torch And Stoops To Being A Pair Of Jaws Is A Deserter.

My Poems Please The Brave: My Poems, Short And Sincere, Have The Force Of Steel Which Forges Swords.

Socialist Ideology, Like So Many Others, Has Two Main Dangers. One Stems From Confused And Incomplete Readings Of Foreign Texts, And The Other From The Arrogance And Hidden Rage Of Those Who, In Order To Climb Up In The World, Pretend To Be Frantic Defenders Of The Helpless So As To Have Shoulders On Which To Stand.

My Poems Are Like A Dagger Sprouting Flowers From The Hilt; My Poetry Is Like A Fountain Sprinkling Streams Of Coral Water.

Literature Is The Most Beautiful Of Countries