Since nothing is absolute There is no absolute silence, Only an appearance Of temporary peace.

I lose faith in mathematics, logical and rigid. What with those that even zero doesn’t accept?

To keep the air fresh among words is the secret of verbal cleanliness.

There is always the question why And there is always life, Which doesn’t need an answer.

They grew; they did not talk about growing.

Holy books are an insult to a God with good intentions.

Through words to the meaning of thoughts with no words.

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...

Dreams are our only geography—our native land.

One hand I extend into myself, the other toward others.

To the knights of faith nobody believes.

The eyesight for an eagle is what thought is to a man.

Trying too hard to be too good, even when trying to be bad, is too good for the bad, too bad for the good.

There are countless circles of hell; believers never penetrate the ninth circle.

How many unuttered words died in the heads of those for whom a word was too expensive.

Procreation annihilates eternity.

Dream by making and make by dreaming.

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.

And this that you call solitude is in fact a big crowd.

There is a pledge of the big and of the small in the infinite.

Possible is more a matter of attitude, A matter of decision, to choose Among the impossible possibilities, When one sound opportunity Becomes a possible solution.

Without pleasure there is no sight or measure.

We need knew knights, but without swords.

Universe is the Sun watching its own self.

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.

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.

In the biggest and the smallest I sleep but at the same place I stay.

In every sound, the hidden silence sleeps.

To cut and tighten sentences is the secret of mastery.

Beyond all vanities, fights, and desires, omnipotent silence lies.

Say No! Accept the burdens of revenge.

When the long bygone Lee Po wanted to say something, he could do it with only a few words.

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.

The world cannot be translated; It can only be dreamed of and touched.

He will understand when it is too late that it is easier to love.

There is nobody to wake up eternal seekers.

A star needs a star.

Even great men bow before the Sun; it melts hubris into humility.

He confided his deepest secret to you; be always wary of his secret.

We forget old stories, but those stories remain the same.

Absolute is a game with only one player where Absolute forgets itself so it would have a reason to fulfill the motion while returning.

To sense the peace of extinguished passionHappiness in not knowing the ultimate knowledge

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

Long ago we conquered our passions looking at ourselves in the mirror of eternity.

Digressions are part of harmony, deviations too.

If you are only what you are, You at least have a chance Not to outsmart, But be on a par with yourself And that is worth trying.

There is no born lover, There is no born Don Juan, For we are all lovers.