“The heart has its own language. The heart knows a hundred thousand ways to speak.”

Love said to me, there is nothing that is not me. Be silent.

Who could be so lucky? Who comes to a lake for water and sees the reflection of moon.

Woman is the light of God.

What you seek is seeking you.

I closed my mouth and spoke to you in a hundred silent ways.

Set your life on fire. Seek those who fan your flames

We come spinning out of nothingness, scattering stars like dust.

Thankfulness brings you to the place where the Beloved lives.

My soul is from elsewhere, I’m sure of that, and I intend to end up there.

Don’t be satisfied with stories, how things have gone with others. Unfold your own myth.

Someone who does not run toward the allure of love walks a road where nothing lives.

Never lose hope, my heart, miracles dwell in the invisible. If the whole world turns against you keep your eyes on the Friend.

At the end of my life, with just one breath left, if you come, I’ll sit up and sing.

Raise your words, not voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder.

A mountain keeps an echo deep inside. That’s how I hold your voice.

Let the beauty of what you love be what you do.

Of two hearts one is always warm and one is always cold: the cold heart is more precious than diamonds: the warm heart has no value and is thrown away.

Nature is man’s teacher. She unfolds her treasures to his search, unseals his eye, illumes his mind, and purifies his heart; an influence breathes from all the sights and sounds of her existence.

Keep a good head and always carry a light bulb.

You’re in my heart, you’re in my soul. You’ll be my breath, should I grow old.

Joy may you have and gentle hearts content Of your loves couplement: And let faire Venus, that is Queene of love, With her heart-quelling Sonne upon you smile

A brave heart and a courteous tongue. They shall carry thee far through the jungle, Manling.

Boys with mischievous smiles and poetry hearts.

This wild heart beats restlessness.