To the birds you gave songs, the birds gave you songs in return. You gave me only a voice, yet asked for more, thus I sing.

The traveler has to knock at every alien door to come to his own, and one has to wander through all the outer worlds to reach the innermost shrine at the end.

By unrighteousness man prospers, gains what appears desirable, conquer enemies, but perishes a the root.

We cross infinity with every step; we meet eternity in every second.

We manage to swallow flesh, only because we do not think of the cruel and sinful thing we do.

Let me not beg for the stilling of my pain but for the heart to conquer it.

Music is the purest form of art... therefore true poets...seek to express the universe in terms of music. The singer has everything within him. The notes come out from his very life. They are not materials gathered from outside.