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

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

Into the day as by dream I swim to the music of nourished meaning.

Every star was once darker than the night, before it awoke.

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

I can see myself before myself - a being through dark scenery.

Every scent is the sun's scent.