For hundreds of thousands of years I have been dust-grains floating and flying in the will of the air, often forgetting ever being in that state, but in sleep I migrate back.

What is planted in each person's soul will sprout.

Love is not written on paper, for paper can be erased. Nor is it etched on stone, for stone can be broken. But it is inscribed on a heart and there it shall remain forever.

Behind every atom of this world hides an infinite Universe.

There is no Love greater than Love with no object. For then you, yourself, have become love, itself.

The testing of good and bad is in order that the gold may boil and bring the scum to the top.

Lovers find secret places inside this violent world where they make transactions with beauty.