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

For the first time the sun kissed my own naked face and my soul was inflamed with love for the sun, and I wanted my masks no more. And as if in a trance I cried, "Blessed, blessed are the thieves who stole my masks." Thus I became a madman.

If you are poor, shun association with him who measures men with the yardstick of riches.

Work is love made visible.

Life without love is like a tree without blossoms or fruit.” “Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself. To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night. To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving

A man can be free without being great, but no man can be great without being free.

Life has two halves: one patient and one afire. Love is the fiery half. Make me, O Lord, food for the flames.