Spring glances from Bucharest

Create like a god, command like a king, work like a slave.  – Constantin Brancusi



Insomnia is a vertiginous lucidity that can convert paradise itself into a place of torture.

Emil Cioran

However much I have frequented the mystics, deep down I have always sided with the Devil; unable to equal him in power, I have tried to be worthy of him, at least, in insolence, acrimony, arbitrariness and caprice. – Emil Cioran

I lost my sleep, and this is the greatest tragedy that can befall someone. It is much worse than sitting in prison. –  Emil Cioran



Architecture is inhabited sculpture. Constantin Brancusi

There hasn’t been any art yet. Art is just beginning. –  Constantin Brancusi

To see far is one thing, going there is another.  – Constantin Brancusi


Don’t look for obscure formulas or mystery in my work. It is pure joy that I offer you. Look at my sculptures until you see them. Those closest to God have seen them. – Constantin Brancusi

Theories are patterns without value. What counts is action. – Constantin Brancusi

What is real is not the external form, but the essence of things… it is impossible for anyone to express anything essentially real by imitating its exterior surface. – Constantin Brancusi


We are afraid of the enormity of the possible. – Emile M. Cioran 

Consciousness is much more than the thorn, it is the dagger in the flesh.-  Emile M. Cioran

Simplicity is not an objective in art, but one achieves simplicity despite one’s self by entering into the real sense of things.-  Constantin Brancusi


Speech and silence. We feel safer with a madman who talks than with one who cannot open his mouth.  – Emile M. Cioran

The Universal view melts things into a blur. –  Emile M. Cioran

One does not inhabit a country; one inhabits a language. That is our country, our fatherland – and no other. –  Emile M. Cioran


A golden rule: to leave an incomplete image of oneself.  – Emile M. Cioran

Chaos is rejecting all you have learned, chaos is being yourself. –  Emile M. Cioran

No one can enjoy freedom without trembling. – Emile M. Cioran


What surrounds us we endure better for giving it a name – and moving on. Emile M. Cioran

Anyone who speaks in the name of others is always an imposter.  – Emile M. Cioran

You live in your sphere’s narrowness
And luck rules over you –
But in my steady world I feel
Eternal, cold and true!
– Mihai Eminescu 


Friendship marks a life even more deeply than love. Love risks degenerating into obsession, friendship is never anything but sharing.
~Elie Wiesel(Romanian born American Writer. Nobel Prize for Peace in 1986)

Only one enemy is worse than despair: indifference. In every area of human creativity, indifference is the enemy; indifference of evil is even worse than evil, because it is also sterile. – Elie Wiesel 


Only truthful hands write true poems. I cannot see any basic difference between a handshake and a poem.  – Paul Celan

The heart hid still in the dark, hard as the Philosopher’s Stone. – Paul Celan

Poetry is a sort of homecoming. –  Paul Celan


Every religion implies that it treats the problem of being and non being, life and death. Their languages are different, but they speak about the same things. – Mircea Eliade

The post-totalitarian malady has taken its most acute form in Romania. And it has taken place for very specific reasons. The repression here has been more cruel, more brutal, than in other states caught in the inferno of a ‘socialist paradise.’  – Octavian Paler

And so it is when passion’s fled
Lost in the depths of night,
The light of our love, now dead,
Still haunts us in its flight.
– Mihai Eminescu, To the Star 


Whether religion is man-made is a question for philosophers or theologians. But the forms are man-made. They are a human response to something. As a historian of religions, I am interested in those expressions.  – Mircea Eliade

A heart of my people’s great heart;
I sing of its love and its hate;
The part that you play is the fire’s; my part
Is that of the wind; you’re mate
In all that’s decided by Fate.
– George Cosbuc, “The Poet”


The shore is an upright gallows
And poison drips
From the leaking roof of eventide.
A new ship, far away, groping for light
And silence, passes majestically the bridge;
Soldiers stand by, mute guardians of tranquility
~Nicolae Sirius, The soul in words