Carry the burden smilingly and cheerfully, because patience is the key to victory.

Love is the cure, for your pain will keep giving birth to more pain until your eyes constantly exhale love as effortlessly as your body yields its scent.

Love cannot be described. It must be tasted.

There is a voice that doesn’t use words. Listen.

If you don't try to fly and so break yourself apart, you will be broken open by death, when it's too late for all you could become.

Every moment a taste of that beauty in our mouths, another stashed in a pocket. Impossible to say what: no cypress so handsome, no sunlight, a lonely hiddenness. Other pleasure gathers a crowd, starts a fight, lots of noise there. But soul beauty stays quiet..his amazing whereabouts unknown inside my heart.

Speak with the language of love.