There can be no forced inspiration.
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.
A big desire is not enough to meet the expectations of lost dreams
The light teaches you to convert life into a festive promenade.
We hear only our own voices, still echoes returning to our emptiness.
God is a cloud from which rain fell.
In the lie of truth lies the truth.
What we call life is only talk of nature.
Hope without love is hopeless.
