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

To keep the air fresh among words is the secret of verbal cleanliness.

Possible impossibility emerges From an impossible possibility, Or possibly, impossible possibility Blooms from the impossibly possible impossibility.

In the essence of truth lies deceit.

The world is God’s salvation.

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

Life eats life to live.

In the end, the world returns to a grain.

Nothing reminds us of an awakening more than rain.

Great poets are great copy editors.

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

Teaching others, he corrected himself.

We grow from our dreams.

Words rich in meaning can be cheap in sound effects.

Total knowledge is annihilation Of the desire to see, to touch, to feel The world sensed only through senses And immune to the knowledge without feeling.

Don Quixote is not an imaginary person; he is as real as Alexander the Great.

I lose faith in mathematics, logical and rigid. What with those that even zero doesn’t accept?

There is always the question why And there is always life, Which doesn’t need an answer.

They grew; they did not talk about growing.

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

Through words to the meaning of thoughts with no words.

If birth is a manifestation of life, death is another.

A hidden spark of the dream sleeps In the forest and waits In the celestial spheres of the brain.

One hand I extend into myself, the other toward others.

To the knights of faith nobody believes.

The eyesight for an eagle is what thought is to a man.

Trying too hard to be too good, even when trying to be bad, is too good for the bad, too bad for the good.

There are countless circles of hell; believers never penetrate the ninth circle.

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

Procreation annihilates eternity.

In a myriad of ways you tell one truth.

New Rome will be destroyedBy the attacks of new vandals.God always remains silent.

History will be erased in the universal purgatory.

And this that you call solitude is in fact a big crowd.

There is a pledge of the big and of the small in the infinite.

Possible is more a matter of attitude, A matter of decision, to choose Among the impossible possibilities, When one sound opportunity Becomes a possible solution.

Without pleasure there is no sight or measure.

We need knew knights, but without swords.

Universe is the Sun watching its own self.

It is not important what happens where; Where we fall or rise, What we conquer or lose, How big or small we are.

There is no competition of sounds between a nightingale and a violin.

Omnipotence and omniscience are the end of power and knowledge.

I recreate myself; that is my only power.

In the biggest and the smallest I sleep but at the same place I stay.

In every sound, the hidden silence sleeps.

To cut and tighten sentences is the secret of mastery.

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

Say No! Accept the burdens of revenge.

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

Every thought about death takes a moment of life away.