It seems to me that we are profoundly ignorant of ourselves.

Soberly teach the enlightened souls the reality that they will be rejected by the massively ignorant, for the unpopular, absolute truths they style their lives with...in a confident know-show.

The Portuguese and Galician term 'saudade' suggests a profoundly bittersweet nostalgia.

When humanness is lost the radical difference between the bodies in the pit and people walking on the street is lost.

We are still living in the aftershock of Hiroshima, people are still the scars of history.

What Shakespeare and the Greeks were able to do was radically question what it meant to be a human being.