There can be no forced inspiration.
Either all lights are turned off or one inner light is missing.
Holy books are an insult to a God with good intentions.
We hear only our own voices, still echoes returning to our emptiness.
I wanted to write the most beautiful poem but that is impossible; the world has written its own.
A big desire is not enough to meet the expectations of lost dreams
Faith is a question of eyesight; even the blind can see that.
Wherever there is somebody else, a war is not far away.
In the lie of truth lies the truth.
Even if you are alone you wage war with yourself.