From cane reeds, sugar. From a worm's cocoon, silk. Be patient if you can, and from sour grapes will come something sweet.

All language is a longing for home.

The angel is free because of his knowledge, the beast because of his ignorance. Between the two remains the son of man to struggle.

I saw many humans on whom there were no clothes. I saw many clothes in which there were no humans.

I am a drunkard from another kind of tavern. I dance to a silent tune. I am the symphony of stars.

Whenever we manage to love without expectations, calculations, negotiations, we are indeed in heaven.

Deep in the HEART every mystery of spirit is hidden.