Even if you are alone you wage war with yourself.

You not only are hunted by others, you unknowingly hunt yourself.

From whichever side I start, I think I am in an old place where others have been before me.

A smiling lie is a whirlwind, easy to enter, but hard to escape.

The same word we love and hate, leaves in different directions, taking different paths.

It’s not easy to write a poem about a poem.

For a game, you don’t need a teacher.

Different languages, the same thoughts; servant to thoughts and their masters.

In the essence of truth lies deceit.

God is a cloud from which rain fell.

Cosmos is God, who whispered the syllable of life.

God is busy and has no time for you.

When following God, Zero we never find.

The world is God's salvation.

Hope without love is hopeless.

I wanted to write the most beautiful poem but that is impossible the world has written its own.

If we were to understand how important it is to say something and say it well, maybe we wouldn’t write a single word, but that would be tragic.

There can be no forced inspiration.

You don’t know anything, but I know even less.

You mark and celebrate errors, transforming failures into successes.

Accidents are not accidents but precise arrivals at the wrong right time.

Without space, there is no time.

He did not waste time in a vain search for a place in history.

Pose your questions to people and you will get countless useless answers.

Two forces create eternity – a fairy tale and a dream from the fairy tale.

Sound unbound by nature becomes bounded by art.

Serious affairs and history are carefully laid snares for the uninformed.

Creators of history always play with our impotence and our ignorance.

What we call life is only talk of nature.

To transform a grimace into a sound sounds impossible, yet it is possible to transform a vision into music, to go outside an enslaved personality, to become impersonal by transforming into sand, into water, into light.

This dwarf still observes the world from his own self-imposed height.

Arrival in the world is really a departure and that, which we call departure, is only a return.

Too often, feelings arrive too soon, waiting for thoughts that often come too late.

Tell me something only you know and make a new friend.

Before the first before and after the last after, there is night waiting.

Love is almost never simple.

Although all days are equally long regardless of the season, some days are long not only seasonally but by rewards they offer.

Our desire to say more grows bigger and what to say about it, except that saying is not always about saying, growing is not always about growing.

Nobility is not only in forgiveness.

Forget decorated generals, tell me about Private Ryan.

For a moment at least, be a smile on someone else’s face.

Strangers are endearing because you don’t know them yet.

They blossomed, they did not talk about blossoming.

There are no winners in real games.

Don’t pay attention to those who offer too much.

It is easy to see the glow but hard to recognize the awakening of silence.

The game itself is bigger than the winning.

If you are good, they say you are weak.

Beyond all vanities, fights, and desires, omnipotent silence lies.

We like to admit to only that which already glows, although it is nobler to support brightness before it glows, not afterwards.

If what we think of ourselves were true, the planet would overflow with geniuses.

The light teaches you to convert life into a festive promenade.

Christ did not ask or want to be what he was not.

Is it possible to write a poem or are these words just screams of outlaws exiled to the desert?

Disease often comes with a smiling face.

All those big words produce disgust today.

Statesmen are grocers, ambitious clowns.

Your head is a lit chamber.

Either you will be you or you will not be at all.

Whatever others may say, they say it to deceive and comfort themselves, not help you.

A breeze, a forgotten summer, a smile, all can fit into a storefront window.

We hear only our own voices, still echoes returning to our emptiness.

The deeper thought is, the taller it becomes.

Either all lights are turned off or one inner light is missing.

How many unuttered words died in the heads of those for whom a word was too expensive.

We forget old stories, but those stories remain the same.

Do not look too far for you will see nothing.

Everybody talks, but there is no conversation.

In the lie of truth lies the truth.

We measure everything by ourselves with almost a necessary conceit.

How alive is thought, invisible, yet without thought there is no sight.

We built tall buildings, but we have not become any taller.

Teaching others, he corrected himself.

We need knew knights, but without swords.

Truth is hard-hearted and unrelenting, too clear, precise; a lie is much more imaginative.

How does one say something new and not retell?

After Homer and Dante, is a whole century of creating worth one Shakespeare?

His Highness was always confident in his statements, especially about what he viewed for the first time.

Now that we are all so smart, we don’t easily find resolutions.

Holy books are an insult to a God with good intentions.

He did not profess to anybody how to reach others without professing.

Wherever there is somebody else, a war is not far away.

Say No! Accept the burdens of revenge.

If you could have walked on the planet before humans lived here, maybe the Ivory Coast would have seemed more beautiful than La Côte d'Azur.

When the long bygone Lee Po wanted to say something, he could do it with only a few words.

Infinity is the end. End without infinity is but a new beginning.

Knighthood lies above eternity; it doesn’t live off fame, but rather deeds.

Life is only a flicker of melted ice.

Get close to grass and you’ll see a star.

Eternity is a glorious word, but eternity is ice.

Existence is the end of endless eternity without a beginning or an end.

Universe is the Sun watching its own self.

Sunbathe from within.

Absolute equals nothingness.

Stars are only the rain of the Absolute.

Sun is a hearthstone, a merry-go-round of extinguished hearthstones.

Real geniuses would like that what we think of ourselves is true.

Deceit dispels the boredom of the Absolute.

Procreation annihilates eternity.

The universe is God's son.

Through words to the meaning of thoughts with no words.

Absolute is a game with only one player where Absolute forgets itself so it would have a reason to fulfill the motion while returning.

Everything and nothing are the same in the Absolute.

Burning the witch Giordano Bruno is one more wound inflicted on Christ’s body.