Come, for the House of Hope is built on sand: bring wine, for the fabric of life is as weak as the wind.

In time of trouble avert not thy face from hope, for the soft marrow abideth in the hard bone.

We don't need sugar, flour or rice or anything else. We just want to see our dear ones.

The earth has disappeared beneath my feet, It fled from all my ecstasy. Now like a singing air creature I feel the rose keep opening.

Words have no language which can utter the secrets of love; and beyond the limits of expression is the expounding of desire.

Oh, you who are trying to learn the marvel of Love through the copy book of reason, I'm very much afraid that you will never really see the point.

Now is the time to know that all that you do is sacred... Now is the time for you to deeply compute the impossibility that there is anything but grace.