He tries to find the exit from himself but there is no door.

We will go far away, to nowhere, to conquer, to fertilize until we become tired. Then we will stop and there will be our home.

Although personal calling I sense,Who am I? Even if I am, I don't know.

Long ago an uncalled rain fell and a called-upon God stayed equally distant.

It is beautiful to talk about beautiful things and even more beautiful to silently gaze at them.

Hope without love is hopeless.