What we call life is only talk of nature.
It’s not easy to write a poem about a poem.
Holy books are an insult to a God with good intentions.
Faith is a question of eyesight; even the blind can see that.
The light teaches you to convert life into a festive promenade.
Hope without love is hopeless.
Wherever there is somebody else, a war is not far away.
God is a cloud from which rain fell.
It is easy to see the glow but hard to recognize the awakening of silence.
In the lie of truth lies the truth.