God is a cloud from which rain fell.
Either all lights are turned off or one inner light is missing.
Even if you are alone you wage war with yourself.
Wherever there is somebody else, a war is not far away.
There can be no forced inspiration.
What we call life is only talk of nature.
Faith is a question of eyesight; even the blind can see that.
We hear only our own voices, still echoes returning to our emptiness.
In the lie of truth lies the truth.
It is easy to see the glow but hard to recognize the awakening of silence.
