Alas, why are my nights all thus lost? Ah, why do I ever miss his sight whose breath touches my sleep?

Drunk with the joy of singing I forget myself and call thee friend who art my lord.

I will sit in the pupil of your eyes and that will carry your sight into the heart of the things

Those who think to reach God by running away from the world, when and where do they expect to meet him? We are reaching him here in this very spot, now at this very moment.

He alone may chastise who loves.

The real frienship is like fluorescence, it shines better when everything has darken.

Life's errors cry for the merciful beauty that can modulate their isolation into a harmony with the whole.