For a day, just for one day, talk about that which disturbs no one and bring some peace into those beautiful eyes.

Thou learnest no secret until thou knowest friendship, since to the unsound no heavenly knowledge enters.

The only friends who are free from cares are the goblet of wine and a book. Give me wine...that I may for a time forget the cares of the world.

The Truth has shared so much of Itself with me That I can no longer call myself A man, a woman, an angel, Or even pure Soul.

For a day, just for one day, talk about that which disturbs no one and bring some peace into those beautiful eyes.

The earth has disappeared beneath my feet, It fled from all my ecstasy. Now like a singing air creature I feel the rose keep opening.

Love sometimes gets tired of speaking sweetly and wants to rip to shreds all your erroneous notions of the truth that make you fight within yourself, dear one, and with others, causing the world to weep on too many fine days... The Beloved sometimes wants to do us a great favor: Hold us upside down and shake all the nonsense out.