Fly without wings; Dream with open eyes; See in darkness.
And this that you call solitude is in fact a big crowd.
While gazing at myself from yourself, I was beautiful.
There is only as much space, only as much time, Only as much desire, only as many words, Only as many pages, only as much ink To accept all of us at light-speed Hurrying into the Promised Land Of oblivion that is waiting for us sooner or later.
To leave out beautiful sunsets is the secret of good taste.
Life into death— Life’s other shape, No rupture, Only crossing.
You not only are hunted by others, you unknowingly hunt yourself.
Beauty is a cheap word, but beauty remains priceless.
Into the day as by dream I swim To the music of nourished meaning.
If emptiness is empty, how can something be borne or awaken from it?
There is a pledge of the big and of the small in the infinite.
There are no clear borders, Only merging invisible to the sight.
He awaits himself while walking, out of the icy circle to escape.
What does infinity mean to you? Are you not infinity and yourself?
He did not waste time in a vain search for a place in history.