Perfection seems sterile; it is final, no mystery in it; it’s a product of an assembly line.
A big desire is not enough to meet the expectations of lost dreams.
God is busy and has no time for you.
History will be erased in the universal purgatory.
Nobility is not only in forgiveness.
Eyesight for an eagle is what thought is to a man.
Is it possible to write a poem or are these words just screams of outlaws exiled to the desert?
When the long bygone Lee Po wanted to say something, he could do it with only a few words.
And this that you call solitude is in fact a big crowd.
Eternity is a glorious word, but eternity is ice.
To keep the air fresh among words is the secret of verbal cleanliness.
Every thought about death takes a moment of life away.
Sound unbound by nature becomes bounded by art.
He thought others were small; that was his greatness.
Death swallows death.
Creators of history always play with our impotence and our ignorance.
Through words to the meaning of thoughts with no words.
Every scent is the sun’s scent.
Dream by making and make by dreaming.
You don’t know anything but I know even less.