Trying too hard to be too good, even when trying to be bad, is too good for the bad, too bad for the good.

There can be no forced inspiration.

God is a cloud from which rain fell.

A word into the silence thrown always finds its echo somewhere where silence opens hidden lexicons.

Beyond all vanities, fights, and desires, omnipotent silence lies.

From whichever side I start, I think I am in an old place where others have been before me.

Eyesight for an eagle is what thought is to a man.