Patience is the key to joy.
The gifts of lovers to one another are, in respect to love, nothing but forms; yet, they testify to invisible love.
Iron was black and sheenless, but cleansing and polishing washed away its blackness.
My soul is from elsewhere, I'm sure of that, and I intend to end up there.
Don't be satisfied with stories, how things have gone with others. Unfold your own myth.
Love possesses seven hundred wings, and each one extends from the highest heaven to the lowest earth.