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.

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.