What hurts the soul? To live without tasting the water of its own essence.

When there's no sign of hope in the desert, so much hope still lives inside despair. Heart, don't kill that hope.

Love is such a vast sea, it has neither edges nor ends nor corners.

You live in my heart where no one sees you but I do. That vision becomes this art.

My heart is so small it's almost invisible. How can You place such big sorrows in it? "Look," He answered, "your eyes are even smaller, yet they behold the world.

The soul has been given its own ears to hear things mind does not understand.

Lovers O lovers, lovers it is time to set out from the world. I hear a drum in my soul's ear coming from the depths of the stars. Our camel driver is at work; the caravan is being readied. He asks that we forgive him for the disturbance he has caused us, He asks why we travellers are asleep. Everywhere the murmur of departure; the stars, like candles thrust at us from behind blue veils, and as if to make the invisible plain, a wondrous people have come forth.