Nothing is inanimate; what is the rest is our interpretation.
Instead of imitating me, you simply loiter.
When within yourself you find the road, the right road will open.
Before the first before and after the last after, there is night waiting.
Sunbathe from within.
He knows he will be born again, And start fresh anew.
The farther away, the closer the home becomes.
My feelings are too loud for words and too shy for the world.
Either you will be you or you will not be at all.
Eternity is a glorious word, but eternity is ice.
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.
He did not waste time in a vain search for a place in history.
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.
Nothing is part of everything.
Statesmen are grocers, ambitious clowns.
Everything that looks too perfect is too perfect to be perfect.
In greatness, life and death merge.
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.
What you gain here, you lose on the other side.
There are no clear borders, Only merging invisible to the sight.
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