I am a child whose teacher is LOVE surely my master won't let me grow to be a fool.
Joy lives concealed in grief.
Bitter your acts, bitter am I, Kindness your deeds, kindness am I, Pleasant and gentle, so you are, Fine honeyed lips and sweet talker.
Don't be satisfied with stories, how things have gone with others. Unfold your own myth.
A mountain keeps an echo deep inside itself. That's how I hold your voice.
Ignorance is God's prison. Knowing is God's palace