Nothing is made, nothing disappears. The same changes, at the same places, never stopping.

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

Pose your questions to people and you will get countless useless answers.

You are hurrying to the sweet place, To the nonsense chasing your spirit And in the nonsense you look for answers.

How many unuttered words died in the heads of those for whom a word was too expensive.

When the long bygone Lee Po wanted to say something, he could do it with only a few words.

In an endless silence even screams sound silent.