Hope without love is hopeless.
Holy books are an insult to a God with good intentions.
There can be no forced inspiration.
What we call life is only talk of nature.
Even if you are alone you wage war with yourself.
God is a cloud from which rain fell.
Wherever there is somebody else, a war is not far away.
We hear only our own voices, still echoes returning to our emptiness.
The light teaches you to convert life into a festive promenade.
Faith is a question of eyesight; even the blind can see that.
