Come into my eyes, and look at me through them, for I have chosen a home far beyond what eyes can see.

You think of yourself as a citizen of the universe. You think you belong to this world of dust and matter. Out of this dust you have created a personal image, and have forgotten about the essence of your true origin

Love is nothing other than finding the truth.

Where, with your one rose you can buy hundreds of rose gardens?

Poetry can be dangerous, especially beautiful poetry, because it gives the illusion of having had the experience without actually going through it.

Bring the pure wine of love and freedom. But sir, a tornado is coming. More wine, we'll teach this storm A thing or two about whirling.

The only lasting beauty is the beauty of the heart