It is easy to see the glow but hard to recognize the awakening of silence.
A big desire is not enough to meet the expectations of lost dreams
Faith is a question of eyesight; even the blind can see that.
Either all lights are turned off or one inner light is missing.
What we call life is only talk of nature.
We hear only our own voices, still echoes returning to our emptiness.
There can be no forced inspiration.
Even if you are alone you wage war with yourself.
Holy books are an insult to a God with good intentions.
God is a cloud from which rain fell.
