Love demands patience, desire is restless; What color shall I paint the heart, until you savage it? You shall not ignore me when the time comes, I know, but I may turn to dust before the news reaches you.

Whoever can't see the whole in every part plays at blind man's bluff. A wise man tastes the entire Tigris in every sip.

In the deadly sweep Of every wave, A thousand dangers lie in wait.

If there is a knower of tongues here, fetch him; There's a stranger in the city And he has many things to say.

The world is a playground -Indian

Love demands patience, desire is restless; What color shall I paint the heart, until you savage it? You shall not ignore me when the time comes, I know, but I may turn to dust before the news reaches you.

Lest we forget: It is easy to be human, very hard to be humane