What hurts the soul? To live without tasting the water of its own essence.
Your real "country" is where you're heading, not where you are.
Most people guard against going into the fire, and so end up in it.
In their seeking, wisdom and madness are one and the same. On the path of love, friend and stranger are one and the same.
My lips got lost on the way to the kiss - that's how drunk I was.
Every moment, a voice, out of this world, calls on our soul, to wake up and rise.