Let the beauty we love be what we do. There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.
A lover is always accused of something. But when he finds his love, whatever was lost in the looking comes back completely changed.
When inward tenderness finds the secret hurt, pain itself will crack the rock and Ah! Let the soul emerge.
If you become a helper of hearts, springs of wisdom will flow from your heart.
When someone beats a rug, the blows are not against the rug, but against the dust in it.
Submit to love without thinking