My feelings are too loud for words and too shy for the world.

Too often, feelings arrive too soon, waiting for thoughts that often come too late.

Heavenly bodies are nests of invisible birds.

To come to nothing through something is the way to outside from both sides.

We don’t know anything about silent sages, buried knowledge, the eye of the mute poet, serene seers, yet how many talkative destroyers, prophets and ideologues, teachers and beautifiers there are on the other side.

He had an answer to almost everything and he retired at an early age.

To jump over centuries In one step is impossible. Jump too high or far, You’ll be way too late.

Dream by making and make by dreaming.

The night is still waiting.