Beauty is the garden scent of roses, murmuring water flowing gently...Can words describe the indescribable?
Through love, all pain will turn to medicine.
There's no one with intelligence in this town except that man over there playing with the children, the one riding the stick horse. He has keen, fiery insight and vast dignity like the night sky, but he conceals it in the madness of child's play.
Kindle in thy heart the flame of love.
You dance inside my chest, where no one sees you.
Lamps are different, but light is the same.