Someone who goes with a half a loaf of bread to a small place that fits like a nest around him, someone who wants no more, who is not himself longed for by anyone else. He is a letter to everyone. You open it. It says, Live.

Why, when God's world is so big, did you fall asleep in a prison, of all places?

I am not this hair, I am not this skin, I am the soul that lives within.

I will conquer the whole world and fill it with myself

let's get away from all the clever humans who put words in our mouth let's only say what our hearts desire.

It is certain that an atom of goodness on the path of faith is never lost.

We rarely hear the inward music, but we're all dancing to it nevertheless.