Be empty of worrying. Think of who created thought! Why do you stay in prison When the door is so wide open?
She loved him so much she concealed his name in many phrases, the inner meanings known only to her.
The art of knowing is knowing what to ignore.
We rarely hear the inward music, but we're all dancing to it nevertheless.
if i can only recount the story of my life right out of my body flames will grow
Tender words we spoke to one another are sealed in the secret vaults of heaven. One day like rain, they will fall to earth and grow green all over the world.