The heart is a thousand stringed instrument that can only be tuned with love.

'Tis writ on Paradise's gate, Woe to the dupe that yields to fate!

Words have no language which can utter the secrets of love; and beyond the limits of expression is the expounding of desire.

Remember for just one minute of the day, it would be best to try looking upon yourself more as God does, for She knows your true royal nature.

Speak but little, and that little only when thy own purposes require it. Heaven has given thee two ears but only one tongue, which means: listen to two things, but be not the first to propose one.

The heart is a thousand stringed instrument that can only be tuned with love.

Everyone, whether he is self-denying or self-indulgent, is seeking after the Beloved. Every place may be the shrine of love, whether it be mosque or synagogue.