For He Who Loses All Often Easily

He Could Hardly Read Or Write But His Heart Spoke The Language Of The Good

Perhaps Kafka Laughed When He Told Stories [. . . ] Because One Isn't Always Equal To Oneself.

Those Who Deny Auschwitz Would Be Ready To Remake It.

The Living Are More Demanding; The Dead Can Wait.

The Sea's Only Gifts Are Harsh Blows And, Occasionally, The Chance To Feel Strong.