Nothing ever happened - Not even this

Something good will come out of all things yet — And it will be golden and eternal just like that.

Rocks are space, and space is illusion.

Return those shoes to the shoemaker Return this hand to my father This pillow to the pillowmaker Those slippers to the shop. That wainscot to the carpenter, But my mind my tranquil and eternal Mind Return it to whom?

I petted the dogs who didn't argue with me ever. All dogs love God. They're wiser than their masters.

The truth of the matter is we don't understand our women; we blame on them and it's all our fault.

Who can leap the world's ties and sit with me among white clouds?