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.

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.

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.

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

For a game, you don’t need a teacher.

To write good poems is the secret of brevity.

Pose your questions to people and you will get countless useless answers.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

To hide feelings when you are near crying is the secret of dignity.

If we were to understand how important it is to say something and say it well, maybe we wouldn’t write a single word, but that would be tragic.

All people are enslaved by something.

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.

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

Sound unbound by nature becomes bounded by art.

They are both spectacular, Life and death.