We built tall buildings, but we have not become any taller.

Cosmos is God, who whispered the syllable of life.

Without space, there is no time.

Your head is a lit chamber.

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

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

We measure everything by ourselves with almost a necessary conceit.

Everybody talks, but there is no conversation.

Everything and nothing are the same in the Absolute.

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?

God is busy and has no time for you.

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.

Serious affairs and history are carefully laid snares for the uninformed.

There are no winners in real games.

Get close to grass and you’ll see a star.

Burning the witch Giordano Bruno is one more wound inflicted on Christ’s body.

Before the first before and after the last after, there is night waiting.

We like to admit to only that which already glows, although it is nobler to support brightness before it glows, not afterwards.

Sunbathe from within.

When following God, Zero we never find.

Our desire to say more grows bigger and what to say about it, except that saying is not always about saying, growing is not always about growing.

Either you will be you or you will not be at all.

Eternity is a glorious word, but eternity is ice.

Creators of history always play with our impotence and our ignorance.

It is easy to see the glow but hard to recognize the awakening of silence.

He did not waste time in a vain search for a place in history.

Accidents are not accidents but precise arrivals at the wrong right time.

Statesmen are grocers, ambitious clowns.

Sun is a hearthstone, a merry-go-round of extinguished hearthstones.

The world is God’s salvation.

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.

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...

Don’t pay attention to those who offer too much.

How alive is thought, invisible, yet without thought there is no sight.

Love is almost never simple.

All those big words produce disgust today.

Different languages, the same thoughts; servant to thoughts and their masters.

Hope without love is hopeless.

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.

What we call life is only talk of nature.

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.