In the lie of truth lies the truth.
I wanted to write the most beautiful poem but that is impossible; the world has written its own.
Faith is a question of eyesight; even the blind can see that.
What we call life is only talk of nature.
It is easy to see the glow but hard to recognize the awakening of silence.
Holy books are an insult to a God with good intentions.
Either all lights are turned off or one inner light is missing.