A hidden spark of the dream sleeps In the forest and waits In the celestial spheres of the brain.

While gazing at myself from yourself, I was beautiful.

When everything hurries everywhere, nothing goes anywhere.

To go where no one else has ever gone before is the secret of heroism.

A word into the silence thrown always finds its echo somewhere where silence opens hidden lexicons.

A breeze, a forgotten summer, a smile, all can fit into a storefront window.

Infinity is the end. End without infinity is but a new beginning.

Unborn eternity does not die; existence is dying and falls asleep in the eternity beyond existence.

In a myriad of ways you tell one truth.

New Rome will be destroyedBy the attacks of new vandals.God always remains silent.

History will be erased in the universal purgatory.

Mathematics doesn’t care about those beyond the numbers.

Earth is the source of light.

To say more while saying less is the secret of being simple.

Too often, feelings arrive too soon, waiting for thoughts that often come too late.

He thought others were small; that was his greatness.

Truth is hard-hearted and unrelenting, too clear, precise; a lie is much more imaginative.

There is no competition of sounds between a nightingale and a violin.

Omnipotence and omniscience are the end of power and knowledge.

Pretense cannot sustain blind power.

You are not what you are; You are darkness Looking for light within.

To understand possible means to understand impossible.

Everything seems impossible And everything seems possible.

If what we think of ourselves were true, the planet would overflow with geniuses.

You mark and celebrate errors, transforming failures into successes.

Knighthood lies above eternity; it doesn’t live off fame, but rather deeds.

Every thought about death takes a moment of life away.

Two forces create eternity – a fairy tale and a dream from the fairy tale.

We will go far away, to nowhere, to conquer, to fertilize until we become tired. Then we will stop and there will be our home.

You are hurrying to the sweet place, To the nonsense chasing your spirit And in the nonsense you look for answers.

It is futile to spend time telling stories about the fleetness of each day.

Be aware of the high notes, of the blissful faces and their soft messages, and listen for the silent message of a highly decorated gift.

Strangers are endearing because you don’t know them yet.

Do not look too far for you will see nothing.

The universe is God’s son.