Absolute is a game with only one player where Absolute forgets itself so it would have a reason to fulfill the motion while returning.

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

Christ did not ask or want to be what he was not.

The same word we love and hate, leaves in different directions, taking different paths.

From whichever side I start, I think I am in an old place where others have been before me.

Wherever there is somebody else, a war is not far away.

Darkness does not age; nothing is always nothing

You don’t know anything, but I know even less.

Whatever others may say, they say it to deceive and comfort themselves, not help you.

In the lie of truth lies the truth.

Real geniuses would like that what we think of ourselves is true.

For a moment at least, be a smile on someone else’s face.

Disease often comes with a smiling face.

A smiling lie is a whirlwind, easy to enter, but hard to escape.

For a game, you don’t need a teacher.

If you are good, they say you are weak.

His Highness was always confident in his statements, especially about what he viewed for the first time.

Life is only a flicker of melted ice.

There can be no forced inspiration.

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.

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.

God is a cloud from which rain fell.

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.

Sound unbound by nature becomes bounded by art.

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.

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?

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.