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.

The most complicated skill is to be simple.

To hear never-heard sounds, To see never-seen colors and shapes, To try to understand the imperceptible Power pervading the world; To fly and find pure ethereal substances That are not of matter But of that...

Some people complain there are too many people on earth, Some people complain about secret societies, Some people accuse others of not being able to wake up early. Almost all people complain about something.

Death swallows death.

Nothing is part of everything.

To not say all that can be said is the secret of discipline and economy.

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

Statesmen are grocers, ambitious clowns.

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

Dream by making and make by dreaming.

Dreams are our only geography—our native land.

In greatness, life and death merge.

All dust is the same dust. Temporarily separated To go peacefully And enjoy the eternal nap.

We traveled long and forgot why poetry was invented.

He tries to find the exit from himself but there is no door.

Forget decorated generals, tell me about Private Ryan.

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

Deceit dispels the boredom of the Absolute.

To risk life to save a smile on a face of a woman or a child is the secret of chivalry.

God is busy and has no time for you.

Busy with the ugliness of the expensive success We forget the easiness of free beautyLying sad right around the corner, Only an instant removed, Unnoticed and squandered.

What you gain here, you lose on the other side.

There are no clear borders, Only merging invisible to the sight.

Those who hate rain hate life.

He had an answer to almost everything and he retired at an early age.

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

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

Everything and nothing are the same in the Absolute.

It is beautiful to express love and even more beautiful to feel it.

Since there is no real silence, Silence will contain all the sounds, All the words, all the languages, All knowledge, all memory.

Since nothing is absolute There is no absolute silence, Only an appearance Of temporary peace.

We don’t know anything about silent sages, buried knowledge, the eye of the mute poet, serene seers, yet how many talkative destroyers, prophets and ideologues, teachers and beautifiers there are on the other side.

If emptiness is empty, how can something be borne or awaken from it?

Unjustified ambition kills value,Kills someone else’s desire to fly, Cuts their wings, sucks their air.If there is nothing else, it eats its own life.

Love is almost never simple.

All those big words produce disgust today.

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

To sense the peace of extinguished passionHappiness in not knowing the ultimate knowledge

The world cannot be translated; It can only be dreamed of and touched.

They are both spectacular, Life and death.

I can see myself before myself—A being through dark scenery.

In an endless silence even screams sound silent.

There is a moonlight note in the Moonlight Sonata; there is a thunder note in an angry sky.

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

The deeper thought is, the taller it becomes.

Absolute equals nothingness.

Nature is an outcry, unpolished truth; the art—a euphemism—tamed wilderness.