Let Yourself Become Living Poetry.

Would You Become A Pilgrim On The Road Of Love? The First Condition Is That You Make Yourself Humble As Dust And Ashes.

Counterfeiters Exist Because There Is Such A Thing As Real Gold.

You Think Because You Understand 'one' You Must Also Understand 'two', Because One And One Make Two. But You Must Also Understand 'and'.

What Is The Body? That Shadow Of A Shadow Of Your Love, That Somehow Contains The Entire Universe.

Every Fragile Beauty, Every Perfect Forgotten Sentence, You Grieve Their Going Away, But That Is Not How It Is. Where They Come From Never Goes Dry. It Is An Always Flowing Spring.