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

Grieve not because thou understand-not life's mystery; behind the veil is concealed many a delight.

The beauty of You delights me. The sight of You amazes me. For the Pearl does this... and the Ocean does that.

Now that all your worry has proved such an unlucrative business. Why not find a better job.

An awake heart is like a sky that pours light.

I once asked a bird, how is it that you fly in this gravity of darkness? She responded, 'love lifts me.'

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