Speak a new language so that the world will be a new world.

All Religions. All This Singing. One Song. Peace Be With You.

I saw many humans on whom there were no clothes. I saw many clothes in which there were no humans.

When you resolve to become pious, the devil in your nature cries out at you, "Tread not those paths, O confused one; distress and poverty will overcome you. You will be despised, let down by friends, you will regret it." Dread of the devil has bound their souls; the cries of the devil are the drover of the damned; the call of the Lord is a guardian of the saints.

There is some kiss we want with the whole of our lives.

We are pain and what cures pain, both. We are the sweet cold water and the jar that pours. I want to hold you close like a lute, so that we can cry out with loving. Would you rather throw stones at a mirror? I am your mirror and here are the stones.

If all the harps in the world were burned down, still inside the heart there will be hidden music playing.