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.

This is not a day for asking questions, not a day on any calendar. This day is conscious of itself. This day is a lover, bread, and gentleness, more manifest than saying can say.

What strange beings we are! That sitting in hell at the bottom of the dark, we're afraid of our own immortality.

Whatever happens, just keep smiling and lose yourself in Love.

What is the heart? It is not human and it is not imaginary. I call it you.

If all the harps in the world were burned down, still inside the heart there will be hidden music playing.

We come spinning out of nothingness, scattering stars like dust.