O tongue you are an endless treasure. O tongue, you are also an endless disease.
Birdsong brings relief to my longing. I am just as ecstatic as they are, but with nothing to say.
I am so mad with love that mad men say to me - be still!
A lifetime without Love is of no account Love is the Water of Life Drink it down with heart and soul!
Don't allow your animal nature to rule your reason.
There is no worse sickness for the soul, o you who are proud, than this pretense of perfection.