Hope without love is hopeless.
Either all lights are turned off or one inner light is missing.
What we call life is only talk of nature.
I wanted to write the most beautiful poem but that is impossible; the world has written its own.
It’s not easy to write a poem about a poem.
It is easy to see the glow but hard to recognize the awakening of silence.
There can be no forced inspiration.
A big desire is not enough to meet the expectations of lost dreams
In the lie of truth lies the truth.
Holy books are an insult to a God with good intentions.