Love isn't the work of the tender and the gentle; Love is the work of wrestlers. The one who becomes a servant of lovers is really a fortunate sovereign. Don't ask anyone about Love; ask Love about Love. Love is a cloud that scatters pearls.

I found the Divine within my Heart.

Whatever lifts the corners of your mouth, trust that

Reason is the shadow cast by God; God is the sun.

I cannot stop asking. If I could taste one sip of an answer, I could break out of this prison for drunks.

Trade your cleverness for bewilderment.

Be occupied, then, with what you really value and let the thief take something else.