The Poetry of My Aphorisms

The further I grow up spiritually, further spirit of child i become ... Many curse many things because they don't perceive them ... but how to deny love and the wind ... The scream is a desperate violent way to be heard ... silence is truly most eloquent ... Who has no doubt, nothing knows ... who has doubts also... Daggers don't injury alone ... So ever wield them with the hands... Tolerance is not weakness ... but consciousness... The further we perceive, least we believe able to judge ... The man who cognize the most ... he knows he knows little ...!