There can be no forced inspiration.
Wherever there is somebody else, a war is not far away.
Either all lights are turned off or one inner light is missing.
Holy books are an insult to a God with good intentions.
Hope without love is hopeless.
I wanted to write the most beautiful poem but that is impossible; the world has written its own.
What we call life is only talk of nature.
God is a cloud from which rain fell.
The light teaches you to convert life into a festive promenade.
It’s not easy to write a poem about a poem.