I've brought you a mirror. Look at yourself and remember me.

A lover is always accused of something. But when he finds his love, whatever was lost in the looking comes back completely changed.

I hear a drum in my soul's ear coming from the depth of the stars.

Ignorance is God's prison. Knowing is God's palace

If you find the mirror of the heart dull, the rust has not been cleared from its face.

I am part of the load not rightly balanced . . .

Love’s secret is always lifting its head out from under the covers, “Here I am!”