Love isn't the work of the tender and the gentle; Love is the work of wrestlers. The one who becomes a servant of lovers is really a fortunate sovereign. Don't ask anyone about Love; ask Love about Love. Love is a cloud that scatters pearls.
There is a morning inside you waiting to burst open into light.
Close your eyes, fall in Love, stay there.
Raise your words, not your voice.
The testing of good and bad is in order that the gold may boil and bring the scum to the top.
Let Silence speak to you about the secrets of the universe.