In the lie of truth lies the truth.
Either all lights are turned off or one inner light is missing.
The light teaches you to convert life into a festive promenade.
Wherever there is somebody else, a war is not far away.
A big desire is not enough to meet the expectations of lost dreams
Holy books are an insult to a God with good intentions.
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.
Faith is a question of eyesight; even the blind can see that.
There can be no forced inspiration.