Silence Moves Faster When It's Going Backward.

It Is Not Inspiration; It Is Expiration.

Since The Day Of My Birth, My Death Began Its Walk. It Is Walking Toward Me, Without Hurrying.

Find First, Seek Later.

The Poet Is A Liar Who Always Speaks The Truth.

Poetry Is A Religion Without Hope, But Its Martyrs Guarantee The Eternal Truth Of Its Dogma.