The heart is a thousand stringed instrument that can only be tuned with love.
Now that all your worry has proved such an unlucrative business. Why not find a better job.
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.
I once asked a bird, how is it that you fly in this gravity of darkness? She responded, 'love lifts me.'
Let's get loose with Compassion. Let's drown in the delicious ambience of Love.
Thou learnest no secret until thou knowest friendship, since to the unsound no heavenly knowledge enters.