In trying to be perfect, He perfected the art of anonymity, Became imperceptible And arrived nowhere from nowhere.

You not only are hunted by others, you unknowingly hunt yourself.

Digressions are part of harmony, deviations too.

To dream on occasion is not dreaming, To love on occasion is not love.

Before the first before and after the last after, there is night waiting.

Wherever I go, I run into myself.

Disease often comes with a smiling face.