God is a cloud from which rain fell.
Holy books are an insult to a God with good intentions.
Either all lights are turned off or one inner light is missing.
The light teaches you to convert life into a festive promenade.
Faith is a question of eyesight; even the blind can see that.
I wanted to write the most beautiful poem but that is impossible; the world has written its own.
There can be no forced inspiration.