We don't need sugar, flour or rice or anything else. We just want to see our dear ones.
We have not come here to take prisoners But to surrender ever more deeply To freedom and joy.
You have actually waltzed with tremendous style, my sweet, O my sweet, crushed angel.
We are People who need to love, because Love is the soul's life, Love is simply creation's greatest joy.
The world is like an eye, a beard, a spot of beauty and eyebrow, Where each thing is neatly in place.
In time of trouble avert not thy face from hope, for the soft marrow abideth in the hard bone.