“However long it stays in the river the tree-trunk will never turn into a crocodile.”
“Love is the crocodile in the river of desire.”
“The poet is just like the fabled hunter who naps beside a tree, waiting for hares to break their skulls by running headlong into the tree trunk. After waiting for a long time, the poet discovers that he is the hare.”
“I can never feel that the Illusion of Life is a truth as long as any illusion reflects unreality; however, even an untruth is a truth in its turn.”
“When you look at a tree, se it for its leafs, its branches, its trunk and the roots, then and only then will you see the tree”
“Oh, that river of wishes, the slippery crocodile dream of it, how it might have carried my body down through all the glittering sand bars to the sea.”