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.

When following God, Zero we never find.

Serious affairs and history are carefully laid snares for the uninformed.

Through everything I have passed but nowhere I have been.

From nothing comes everything.

When all is lost, there is still a memory.

They will smile, as they always do when they plan a major attack late in the night.

The game itself is bigger than the winning.

Arrival in the world is really a departure and that, which we call departure, is only a return.

Burning the witch Giordano Bruno is one more wound inflicted on Christ’s body.

There is another alphabet, whispering from every leaf, singing from every river, shimmering from every sky.

You don’t know anything, but I know even less.

Neruda had his first dream, First meeting with the Moon and the Sun In sunny La Mancha, hiding in his heart,Where he learned how to sing like a nightingale.

Long ago an uncalled rain fell and a called-upon God stayed equally distant.

From what you didn’t say, lies that you did say.

No reason for a feverish rush For we will all arrive in the same place At the right time. Justice will be served. There will be no better or worse, No big and small, no...

They blossomed, they did not talk about blossoming.

Now that we are all so smart, we don’t easily find resolutions.

He did not profess to anybody how to reach others without professing.

When the star dies, Its eye closes; tired of watching, It flies back to its first bright dream.

Fly without wings; Dream with open eyes; See in darkness.