dejan-stojanovic

Universe is the Sun watching its own self.

Christ did not ask or want to be what he was not.

After Homer and Dante, is a whole century of creating worth one Shakespeare?

If what we think of ourselves were true, the planet would overflow with geniuses.

Sunbathe from within.

Without pleasure there is no sight or measure.

Whatever others may say, they say it to deceive and comfort themselves, not help you.

In the lie of truth lies the truth.

Either all lights are turned off or one inner light is missing.

Truth is hard-hearted and unrelenting, too clear, precise; a lie is much more imaginative.

We forget old stories, but those stories remain the same.

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

Is it possible to write a poem or are these words just screams of outlaws exiled to the desert?

Sun is a hearthstone, a merry-go-round of extinguished hearthstones.

The deeper thought is, the taller it becomes.

Absolute equals nothingness.

Statesmen are grocers, ambitious clowns.

Stars are only the rain of the Absolute.