In this profound silence of the room I hear Nature breathing; I feel the stars slipping though the dark, very tight, bounded masses of matter. The Universe is beating its life through my heart.

Reason – Nature's attempt to organize hazard.

To comprehend, and on account of this to protect what Nature created over millions of years, you should in turn be a highly advanced creator, a visionary soul – a vulture-insect soul that watches everything from above and from very close by – kind, wise.

He doesn't care about life, he who doesn't care about Nature.

In times of peace, when the nature sings, it is hard to distinguish between the various cubs caught in their pure game under the sunlight rain.

The one who has children has branches – cannot fit in a sole waiting, a single silence.