Devil and God – two sides of the same face.
If what we think of ourselves were true, the planet would overflow with geniuses.
It is not possible to express the most precious insights, To see all that craves to be seen, To visit even the closest neighbors in the universe, To learn all that needs to be learned, To live without dying, And I am sad about it. But I lived And I am happy about that.
You not only are hunted by others, you unknowingly hunt yourself.
When all is lost, there is still a memory.
I wanted to write the most beautiful poem but that is impossible; the world has written its own.