You could string a hundred endless days together, My soul would find no comfort from this pain. You laugh at my tale? You may be educated But you haven’t learned to love till you’re insane

In the house of lovers, the music never stops, the walls are made of songs & the floor dances

There is no Love greater than Love with no object. For then you, yourself, have become love, itself.

And patience flees my heart, And reason flees my mind. Oh, how drunk can I get to be, Without your love's security?

Till man destroys "self" he is no true friend of God.

At the end of my life, with just one breath left, if you come, I’ll sit up and sing.

Innumerable changes of moods are yours, and they are uncontrolled by you. If you knew their origin, you would be able to dominate them. If you cannot localize your own changes, how can you localize that which formed you?