What is this precious love and laughter budding in our hearts? It is the glorious sound of a soul waking up!

The world is like an eye, a beard, a spot of beauty and eyebrow, Where each thing is neatly in place.

The beauty of You delights me. The sight of You amazes me. For the Pearl does this... and the Ocean does that.

Your heart and my heart are very, very old friends.

Speak but little, and that little only when thy own purposes require it. Heaven has given thee two ears but only one tongue, which means: listen to two things, but be not the first to propose one.

Run my dear, from anything that may not strengthen your precious budding wings. Run like hell my dear, from anyone likely to put a sharp knife into the sacred, tender vision of your beautiful heart.

On the holy boughs of the Celestial Tree High up in the heavenly fields, Beyond terrestrial desire My soul-bird a warm nest has built.