Arrival in the world is really a departure and that, which we call departure, is only a return.

All those big words produce disgust today.

To leave out beautiful sunsets is the secret of good taste.

I wanted to write the most beautiful poem but that is impossible; the world has written its own.

Life eats life to live.

Life is only a flicker of melted ice.

The world is always open, Waiting to be discovered.