God is a cloud from which rain fell.
Hope without love is hopeless.
It’s not easy to write a poem about a poem.
Faith is a question of eyesight; even the blind can see that.
Either all lights are turned off or one inner light is missing.
I wanted to write the most beautiful poem but that is impossible; the world has written its own.
It is easy to see the glow but hard to recognize the awakening of silence.
There can be no forced inspiration.
Even if you are alone you wage war with yourself.
In the lie of truth lies the truth.