Come, even if you have broken your vow one thousand times, come, yet again, come, come.
Until the juice ferments a while in the cask, it isn't wine. If you wish your heart to be bright, you must do a little work.
They are the privileged lovers who create a new world with their eyes of fiery passion.
The world is a mirror, an imaging of Love's perfection.
This dance is the joy of existence.
It may be that the satisfaction I need depends on my going away, so that when I've gone and come back, I'll find it at home.