Love is life sharing, not for hurt, Love is alive both not ambiguous. Love is whole life, not an affair.

The power to Love is God's greatest gift to man, For it never will be taken from the Blessed one who loves.

And if there come the singers, and the dancers and the flute players - buy of their gifts also. For they too are gatherers of fruit and frankincense, and that which they bring, though fashioned of dreams, is raiment and fod for your soul.

Your daily life is your temple and your religion. When you enter into it take with you your all.

And ever has it been known that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.

Extreme torture is mute, and so we sat silent, petrified, like columns of marble buried under the sand of an earthquake. Neither wished to listen to the other because our heart-threads had become weak and even breathing would have broken them.

A minute moving among the patterns of beauty and the dreams of love is greater and more precious than an age filled with splendor granted by the weak to the strong.