Come in, my dearFrom that harsh worldThat has rained elements of stoneUpon your tender face.Every soulShould receive a toast from usFor bravery!

There is no pleasure without a tincture of bitterness.

Love sometimes wants to do us a great favor: hold us upside down and shake all the nonsense out.

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

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.

Plant a Seed so your Heart will Grow.

How seek the way which leadeth to our wishes? By renouncing our wishes. The crown of excellence is renunciation.