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.