Through everything I have passed but nowhere I have been.

A poem that is itself a name does not yearn for the name of its creator, but shines from its name alone.

He will understand when it is too late that it is easier to love.

What you gain here, you lose on the other side.

There are anonymous poems and poets without poems.

Names sound nice because no one peeks behind the cover to see the sad face of a poem crying for meaning, while the name of the creator proudly smiles from the title.

The length of novels, poems and stories, is measured by the number of missing words; a thousand pages become one, one becomes a thousand.

A poem is its own name and cover.

A versifier’s poem is born by the sound; a poet’s sound is born by the poem.