I will conquer the whole world and fill it with myself
Open the window of your heart and let the Spirit speak
What hurts the soul? To live without tasting the water of its own essence.
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.
I am bewildered by the magnificence of your beauty; and wish to see you with a hundred eyes . . . I am in the house of mercy, and my heart is a place of prayer.
In love’s country, language doesn’t have its place. Love is mute.