In the biggest and the smallest I sleep but at the same place I stay.
Hope without love is hopeless.
Entering a cell, penetrating deep as a flying saucer to find a new galaxy would be an honorable task for a new scientist interested more in the inner state of the soul than in outer space.
The night is still waiting.
Long ago an uncalled rain fell and a called-upon God stayed equally distant.
Arrival in the world is really a departure and that, which we call departure, is only a return.