Come, for the House of Hope is built on sand: bring wine, for the fabric of life is as weak as the wind.
Grieve not because thou understand-not life's mystery; behind the veil is concealed many a delight.
Your heart and my heart are very, very old friends.
Start seeing everything as God, But keep it a secret
'Tis writ on Paradise's gate, Woe to the dupe that yields to fate!
Light will someday split you open