Today, from the cylinder of the world an ace of wind has come out, a king of kites, a knave of hyacinth gazes, a ten of children’s laughter, a seven of serenity.
How wonderful it is that no one needs to wait a single moment before starting to improve the world.
We need dreams that inhabit the world, songs that make the stones dance, and stars that tell their secrets to blades of grass.
Don’t waste your precious time wondering ‘Why isn’t this world a better place?’ It would just be wasted time. The question you must ask yourself is ‘How can I make this world better?’ There is an answer to that.
You write in order to change the world, knowing perfectly well that you probably won’t succeed, but also knowing that literature is indispensable for the world …
The world changes depending on how people see it, and if you alter it, even by a millimeter, the way … people look at reality, then you can change that.
What a strange place the world is.
The sun comes in and out as if it were in a hotel,
the moon speaks only to poets and romantics,
and the earth is a hallucinating mess:
pulls you down with the force of gravity
and then, when you least expect it, it shoots you towards the stars.
Bringing peace to the world is not possible, but bringing it into the hearts of those around us is up to us to choose it.
I never thought we could change the world, but I think things can be changed every day. The world of man is none other than the date and time it is now. Tomorrow is a totally different world.
For better or for worse, man is a free creative spirit. This produces the somewhat bizarre world we live in, a world in constant creation and therefore in constant change and uncertainty.
Stop the world, I want to get off!