To know the pain of too much tenderness

And before my Soul took me to task I was hard of hearing; I heard only tumult and uproar. But now I am all ears listening to the silence and its choirs singing the hymns of time, intoning the praises of the firmament, revealing the secrets of the invisible.

Love is a gracious host to his guests though to the unbidden his house is a mirage and a mockery.

Virtue tested: "Have I not survived hunger and thirst, suffering, and mockery for the sake of the truth which heaven has awakened in my heart?

Love that is cleansed by tears will remain eternally pure and beautiful.

I said to Life, I would hear Death speak. And Life raised her voice a little higher and said, You hear him now.

When love beckons to you, follow him, Though his ways are hard and steep. And when his wings enfold you yield to him, Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.