I was a thorn rushing to be with a rose, vinegar blending with honey… Then I found some dirt to make an ointment that would honor my soul… Love says, “You are right, but don’t claim these changes. Remember, I am wind. You are an ember I ignite.

Flattery's fire is hidden. Its sweet taste is apparent, but the smoke is bound to come out at last.

I am sunlight slicing the dark.

I am in Love with Love and Love is in love with me.

You’re a song, a wished-for song.

How will you know the difficulties of being human, if you are always flying off to blue perfection? Where will you plant your grief seeds? Workers need ground to scrape and hoe, not the sky of unspecified desire.

If in the darkness of ignorance, you don’t recognize a person’s true nature, look to see whom he has chosen for his leader.