Oh, bird of my soul, fly away now, For I possess a hundred fortified towers.

When I am silent, I fall into the place where everything is music.

In Silence there is eloquence.

Know that a word suddenly shot from the tongue is like an arrow shot from the bow. Son, that arrow won't turn back on its way; you must damn the torrent at its source.

Since Love has made ruins of my heart The sun must come and illumine them. Such generosity has broken me with shame.

And so it is, that both the Devil and the angelic Spirit present us with objects of desire to awaken our power of choice.

Seek passion, seek passion, seek passion!