True Delicacy Is Not A Fragile Thing.

I Often Start Writing In Order To Excite An Expansive Emotion.

The Only Limits Are, As Always, Those Of Vision.

Everything Is Song. Everything Is Silence. Since It All Turns Out To Be Illusion, Perfectly Being What It Is, Having Nothing To Do With Good Or Bad, You Are Free To Die Laughing.

The Quietest Poetry Can Be An Explosion Of Joy.

Consciousness Is The Glory Of Creation.