The same word we love and hate, leaves in different directions, taking different paths.

The deeper thought is, the taller it becomes.

Different languages, the same thoughts; servant to thoughts and their masters.

Entering a cell, penetrating deep as a flying saucer to find a new galaxy would be an honorable task for a new scientist interested more in the inner state of the soul than in outer space.

Through words to the meaning of thoughts with no words.

It’s not easy to write a poem about a poem.

Universe is the Sun watching its own self.

For a game, you don’t need a teacher.

If an ancient man saw planes two thousand years ago He would've thought they were birds Or angels from another world Or messengers from other planets.