The purpose of poetry is to remind us / how difficult it is to remain just one person.

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.

The true enemy of man is generalization.

Our memory is childish and it saves only what we need.

On the day the world ends A bee circles a clover, A fisherman mends a glimmering net.

Grow your tree of falsehood from a small grain of truth. Do not follow those who lie in contempt of reality. Let your lie be even more logical than the truth itself, so the weary travelers may find repose.

The voice of passion is better than the voice of reason. The passionless cannot change history.