God is a cloud from which rain fell.
Even if you are alone you wage war with yourself.
Either all lights are turned off or one inner light is missing.
A big desire is not enough to meet the expectations of lost dreams
We hear only our own voices, still echoes returning to our emptiness.
It is easy to see the glow but hard to recognize the awakening of silence.
In the lie of truth lies the truth.
The light teaches you to convert life into a festive promenade.
Holy books are an insult to a God with good intentions.
Hope without love is hopeless.
