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.

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.

I can see myself before myself—A being through dark scenery.

In an endless silence even screams sound silent.

There is a moonlight note in the Moonlight Sonata; there is a thunder note in an angry sky.

Although all days are equally long regardless of the season, some days are long not only seasonally but by rewards they offer.

The deeper thought is, the taller it becomes.

Absolute equals nothingness.

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.