Everything that looks too perfect is too perfect to be perfect.
The world is always open, Waiting to be discovered.
If emptiness is endless, then everything rests in emptiness.
We measure everything by ourselves with almost a necessary conceit.
Pose your questions to people and you will get countless useless answers.
Neither alive nor dead; No one lets up, No one wins.
There are many secrets; don’t try to resolve them all.
This dwarf still observes the world from his own self-imposed height.
After Homer and Dante, is a whole century of creating worth one Shakespeare?
He awaits himself while walking, out of the icy circle to escape.
I am the shore and the ocean, awaiting myself on both sides.
When within yourself you find the road, the right road will open.