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?

Color is the overpowering of black; white – the final victory over black.

Sound unbound by nature becomes bounded by art.

Every man needs his Siren To check his courage and strength When he hears her song In his travels through the unknown.

What does infinity mean to you? Are you not infinity and yourself?

The world is a navy in an empty ocean.

If an ancient man saw planes two thousand years ago He would’ve thought they were birds Or angels from another world Or messengers from other planets.

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

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.

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

Devil and God – two sides of the same face.

There is something perfect to be found in the imperfect: the law keeps balance through the juxtaposition of beauty, which gains perfection through nurtured imperfection.

I enjoy it when the world smiles; the more smiles, the warmer I am.

He awaits himself while walking, out of the icy circle to escape.

With your goal you make the one.

Dust to dust, ashes to ashes. Is that all?

There are no winners in real games.

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

We only live if we dream.

I am the shore and the ocean, awaiting myself on both sides.

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

All people are enslaved by something.

Instead of imitating me, you simply loiter.

When within yourself you find the road, the right road will open.

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...

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

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

Sunbathe from within.

The night is still waiting.

Art is apotheosis; often, the complaint of beauty.

Don Quixote is not just Don Quixote; La Mancha is not just geography; It is our personal territory—Terra Nostra.

The farther away, the closer the home becomes.

Based on the law of probability Everything is possible because The sheer existence of possibility Confirms the existence Of impossibility.

My feelings are too loud for words and too shy for the world.

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.

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

Eternity is a glorious word, but eternity is ice.

Cosmos is God, who whispered the syllable of life.

Beauty is a cheap word, but beauty remains priceless.

Creating means living.

The world contained in a seed, Determined by its program.

It is vain futility to analyze the algebra of time.

Senses empower limitations, senses expand vision within borders, senses promote understanding through pleasure.

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

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

We dream and fight with demons real and imagined.

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.