Joy lives concealed in grief.
Whatever purifies you is the right path, I will not try to define it.
My heart rushes into the garden, joyfully tasting all the delights. But reason frowns, disapproving of the heart's bad manners.
The only thing that will keep you from finding that which you seek is calling off the search.
The mind says there is nothing beyond the physical world; the HEART says there is, and I've been there many times.
If you find the mirror of the heart dull, the rust has not been cleared from its face.