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

Rest in reason. Move in Passion.

I love you when you bow in your mosque, kneel in your temple, pray in your church. For you and I are sons of one religion, and it is the spirit.

Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.

If winter should say, 'Spring is in my heart,' who would believe winter?

Love... it surrounds every being and extends slowly to embrace all that shall be.

We are the sons of Sorrow; we are the poets and the prophets and the musicians.