I purified my lips with sacred fire that I might speak of love, but when I opened my mouth to speak, I found myself mute.

When you work you fulfill a part of earth's furthest dream, assigned to you when that dream was born, And what is it to work with love? It is to weave the cloth with threads drawn from your heart, even as if your beloved were to wear that cloth. It is to build a house with affection, even as if your beloved were to dwell in that house. It is to sow seeds with tenderness and reap the harvest with joy, even as if your beloved were to eat the fruit. It is to charge all things you fashion with a breath of your own spirit. Work is love made visible

He who seeks ecstasy in love should not complain of suffering.

Your friend is your needs answered.

For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one.

Love is the gentle smile upon the lips of beauty.

The sorrowful spirit finds relaxation in solitude. It abhors people, as a wounded deer deserts the herd and lives in a cave until it is healed or dead.