For sixty years I have been forgetful every minute, but not for a second has this flowing toward me stopped or slowed.

I have seen the king with a face of Glory, He who is the eye and the sun of heaven, He who is the companion and healer of all beings, He who is the soul and the universe that births souls.

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

Listen to the unstruck sounds, and what sifts through that music.

Suddenly the drunken sweetheart appeared out of my door. She drank a cup of ruby wine and sat by my side. Seeing and holding the lockets of her hair My face became all eyes, and my eyes all hands.

Only the soul knows what love is.

This discipline and rough treatment are a furnace to extract the silver from the dross. This testing purifies the gold by boiling the scum away.