Oh, you who are trying to learn the marvel of Love through the copy book of reason, I'm very much afraid that you will never really see the point.

How seamless seemed love and then came trouble!

I do not feel like writing verses; but as I light my perfume burner with myrrh and jasmine incense, they suddenly burgeon from my heart, like flowers in a garden.

Come, for the House of Hope is built on sand: bring wine, for the fabric of life is as weak as the wind.

The great religions are the ships, Poets the life boats. Every sane person I know has jumped overboard.

I know you have a hundred complex cases against God in court, but never mind, let's just get out of this mess.

I wish I could show you...the astonishing light of your own being.