I wanted to write the most beautiful poem but that is impossible; the world has written its own.

What we call life is only talk of nature.

Mathematics doesn’t care about those beyond the numbers.

Earth is the source of light.

To say more while saying less is the secret of being simple.

Too often, feelings arrive too soon, waiting for thoughts that often come too late.

He thought others were small; that was his greatness.

Truth is hard-hearted and unrelenting, too clear, precise; a lie is much more imaginative.

He knows he will be born again, And start fresh anew.

In trying to be perfect, He perfected the art of anonymity, Became imperceptible And arrived nowhere from nowhere.

Entering a cell, penetrating deep as a flying saucer to find a new galaxy would be an honorable task for a new scientist interested more in the inner state of the soul than in outer...

You are not what you are; You are darkness Looking for light within.

To understand possible means to understand impossible.

Everything seems impossible And everything seems possible.

If what we think of ourselves were true, the planet would overflow with geniuses.

You mark and celebrate errors, transforming failures into successes.

Knighthood lies above eternity; it doesn’t live off fame, but rather deeds.

I imagined I was God for a millisecond And became speechless for a long time.

Into the day as by dream I swim To the music of nourished meaning.

We will go far away, to nowhere, to conquer, to fertilize until we become tired. Then we will stop and there will be our home.

You are hurrying to the sweet place, To the nonsense chasing your spirit And in the nonsense you look for answers.

It is futile to spend time telling stories about the fleetness of each day.

Be aware of the high notes, of the blissful faces and their soft messages, and listen for the silent message of a highly decorated gift.

Strangers are endearing because you don’t know them yet.

Do not look too far for you will see nothing.

The universe is God’s son.

For a game, you don’t need a teacher.

To write good poems is the secret of brevity.

Nothing is inanimate; what is the rest is our interpretation.

From one bell all the bells toll.

Although personal calling I sense,Who am I? even if I am, I don’t know.

To leave out beautiful sunsets is the secret of good taste.

Tell me something only you know and make a new friend.

Faith is a question of eyesight; even the blind can see that.

How does one say something new and not retell?

Everything that looks too perfect is too perfect to be perfect.

We love the imperfect shapes in nature and in the works of art, look for an intentional error as a sign of the golden key and sincerity found in true mastery.

Courage is more important than to be deceived by shallow victory waiting for a delayed defeat.

The world is always open, Waiting to be discovered.

If emptiness is endless, then everything rests in emptiness.

When there is noise and crowds, there is trouble; When everything is silent and perfect, There is just perfection and nothing To fill the air.

Without space, there is no time.

Your head is a lit chamber.

The world is a fairy tale; we are its guardians.

God is a cloud from which rain fell.

It is beautiful to talk about beautiful things and even more beautiful to silently gaze at them.

My mathematics is simple: one plus one = one.

From everything, nothing looks to nothing.

Without nothing, everything would be nothing.

To dream on occasion is not dreaming, To love on occasion is not love.