When something goes wrong, accuse yourself first. Even the wisdom of Plato or Solomon can wobble and go blind

Because I cannot sleep I make music at night.

We are the mirror - As well as the face in it.

I do not know who lives here in my chest, or why the smile comes. I am not myself, more the bare green knob of a rose that lost every leaf and petal to the morning wind.

On the path of Love we are neither masters nor the owners of our lives. We are only a brush in the hand of the Master Painter.

Be certain that in the religion of Love there are no believers and unbelievers. LOVE embraces all.

Passion and desire bind your Heart. Remove the locks. Become a key, become a key . . .