Be young forever, seasons of the earth.

The purpose of poetry is to remind us how difficult it is to remain just one person, for our house is open, there are no keys in the doors, and invisible guests come in and out at will.

And now I am ready to keep running When the sun rises beyond the borderlands of death. I already see mountain ridges in the heavenly forest Where, beyond every essence, a new essence awaits.

Language is the only homeland.

All of us yearn for the highest wisdom, but we have to rely on ourselves in the end.

It is impossible to communicate to people who have not experienced it the undefinable menace of total rationalism.

What has no shadow has no strength to live.