Hope without love is hopeless.

To transform a grimace into a sound sounds impossible, yet it is possible to transform a vision into music, to go outside an enslaved personality, to become impersonal by transforming into sand, into water, into...

From one bell all the bells toll.

Although personal calling I sense,Who am I? even if I am, I don’t know.

To leave out beautiful sunsets is the secret of good taste.

Tell me something only you know and make a new friend.

Faith is a question of eyesight; even the blind can see that.

How does one say something new and not retell?

Even if you are alone you wage war with yourself.

There can be no forced inspiration.

Entering a cell, penetrating deep as a flying saucer to find a new galaxy would be an honorable task for a new scientist interested more in the inner state of the soul than in outer...

The world is always open, Waiting to be discovered.

If emptiness is endless, then everything rests in emptiness.

When there is noise and crowds, there is trouble; When everything is silent and perfect, There is just perfection and nothing To fill the air.

Without space, there is no time.

Your head is a lit chamber.

The world is a fairy tale; we are its guardians.

Heavenly bodies are nests of invisible birds.

A big desire is not enough to meet the expectations of lost dreams.

My mathematics is simple: one plus one = one.

From everything, nothing looks to nothing.

Without nothing, everything would be nothing.

To dream on occasion is not dreaming, To love on occasion is not love.

We measure everything by ourselves with almost a necessary conceit.

Everybody talks, but there is no conversation.

It is not possible to express the most precious insights, To see all that craves to be seen, To visit even the closest neighbors in the universe, To learn all that needs to be learned,...

Life into death— Life’s other shape, No rupture, Only crossing.

A word only writes Its night and ridesIts dream.

What we call life is only talk of nature.

Neither alive nor dead; No one lets up, No one wins.

I visited many places, Some of them quite Exotic and far away, But I always returned to myself.

Why poetry, you ask? Because of life, I answer.

There are many secrets; don’t try to resolve them all.

This dwarf still observes the world from his own self-imposed height.

After Homer and Dante, is a whole century of creating worth one Shakespeare?

You not only are hunted by others, you unknowingly hunt yourself.

Perfection seems sterile; it is final, no mystery in it; it’s a product of an assembly line.

Courage is more important than to be deceived by shallow victory waiting for a delayed defeat.

What does infinity mean to you? Are you not infinity and yourself?

The world is a navy in an empty ocean.

If an ancient man saw planes two thousand years ago He would’ve thought they were birds Or angels from another world Or messengers from other planets.

Is it possible to write a poem or are these words just screams of outlaws exiled to the desert?

If you could have walked on the planet before humans lived here, maybe the Ivory Coast would have seemed more beautiful than La Côte d’Azur.

Existence is the end of endless eternity without a beginning or an end.

To come to nothing through something is the way to outside from both sides.

You ask how it is possible to be your own father and son. You should seek answers, although it is better to anticipate some, to be the light and dream.

I enjoy it when the world smiles; the more smiles, the warmer I am.

He awaits himself while walking, out of the icy circle to escape.

With your goal you make the one.

Dust to dust, ashes to ashes. Is that all?