Greed makes man blind and foolish, and makes him an easy prey for death.
Actually, your soul and mine are the same. We appear and disappear with each other.
All Religions. All This Singing. One Song. Peace Be With You.
For the thirst to possess your love, Is worth my blood a hundred times.
Bitter your acts, bitter am I, Kindness your deeds, kindness am I, Pleasant and gentle, so you are, Fine honeyed lips and sweet talker.
Every object, every being...is a jar full of delight.