In the lie of truth lies the truth.
What we call life is only talk of nature.
Faith is a question of eyesight; even the blind can see that.
It is easy to see the glow but hard to recognize the awakening of silence.
Either all lights are turned off or one inner light is missing.
Even if you are alone you wage war with yourself.
I wanted to write the most beautiful poem but that is impossible; the world has written its own.
God is a cloud from which rain fell.
A big desire is not enough to meet the expectations of lost dreams
Holy books are an insult to a God with good intentions.