A smiling lie is a whirlwind, easy to enter, but hard to escape.

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

For a moment at least, be a smile on someone else's face.

Dreams are our only geography—our native land.

It is vain futility to analyze the algebra of time.

When following God, Zero we never find.

A word only writes its night and rides its dream.