I enjoy it when the world smiles; the more smiles, the warmer I am.
You are hurrying to the sweet place, To the nonsense chasing your spirit And in the nonsense you look for answers.
How alive is thought, invisible, yet without thought there is no sight.
Dreams are our only geography—our native land.
Long ago we conquered our passions looking at ourselves in the mirror of eternity.
Everything that looks too perfect is too perfect to be perfect.