O tongue you are an endless treasure. O tongue, you are also an endless disease.
There is a city in which you find everything you desire-handsome people, pleasures, ornaments of every kind-all that the natural person craves. However, you cannot find a single wise person there.
Open your hands if you want to be held.
Every love outside of HIS love, is pain.
In the Friend-place nothing true can be said. Let Me Just Be Here.
Let the beauty of what you love be what you do.