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.

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.

I do not feel like writing verses; but as I light my perfume burner with myrrh and jasmine incense, they suddenly burgeon from my heart, like flowers in a garden.

I wish I could show you...the astonishing light of your own being.

Greatness is always built on this foundation: the ability to appear, speak and act, as the most common man.

This sky where we live is no place to lose your wings so love, love, love.