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.

Devil and God – two sides of the same face.

There is something perfect to be found in the imperfect: the law keeps balance through the juxtaposition of beauty, which gains perfection through nurtured imperfection.

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.

I am the shore and the ocean, awaiting myself on both sides.

It’s not easy to write a poem about a poem.

Some people complain there are too many people on earth, Some people complain about secret societies, Some people accuse others of not being able to wake up early. Almost all people complain about something.

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.

The night is still waiting.

Art is apotheosis; often, the complaint of beauty.

Wherever I go, I run into myself.

Will the day tell its secret Before it disappears, Becomes timeless night.

Good is not always good.

To accomplish the perfect perfection, a little imperfection helps.

Nobility is not only in forgiveness.

We hear only our own voices, still echoes returning to our emptiness.

Stars are only the rain of the Absolute.

Cosmos is God, who whispered the syllable of life.

Beauty is a cheap word, but beauty remains priceless.

Life eats life to live.

In the end, the world returns to a grain.

Nothing reminds us of an awakening more than rain.

Great poets are great copy editors.

The light teaches you to convert life into a festive promenade.

Teaching others, he corrected himself.

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...

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?

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.

Dream by making and make by dreaming.

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.