On the path of Love we are neither masters nor the owners of our lives. We are only a brush in the hand of the Master Painter.

Everything that is made beautiful and fair and lovely is made for the eye of one who sees.

A divine dance appears in the soul and the body at the time of peace and union.Anyone can learn the dance, just listen to the music.

Swim out of your little pond.

Only the soul knows what love is.

Lovers find secret places inside this violent world where they make transactions with beauty.

We owe thankfulness to God, not sour faces.