Hope without love is hopeless.
Either all lights are turned off or one inner light is missing.
It’s not easy to write a poem about a poem.
God is a cloud from which rain fell.
I wanted to write the most beautiful poem but that is impossible; the world has written its own.
A big desire is not enough to meet the expectations of lost dreams
It is easy to see the glow but hard to recognize the awakening of silence.
What we call life is only talk of nature.
Even if you are alone you wage war with yourself.
Wherever there is somebody else, a war is not far away.