Time is a factory where everyone slaves away earning enough love to break their own chains.
I am happy even before I have a reason.
All these words are just a front. What I would really like to do is chain you to my body, then sing for days & days & days.
Stay close to anything that makes you glad you are alive.
I know you have a hundred complex cases against God in court, but never mind, let's just get out of this mess.
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.