Let not the hours pass by in the dark. Kindle the lamp of love with thy life.
In the mountain, stillness surges up to explore its own height In the lake, movement stands still to contemplate its own depth.
God finds himself by creating.
Let this be my last word, that I trust in thy love.
O Beauty, find thyself in love, not in the flattery of thy mirror.
Oh my only friend, my best beloved, the gates are open in my house—do not pass by like a dream.