Those loves which are for the sake of a colour are not love. In the end they are a disgrace.

When you notice a fault in your neighbour, search for the same in yourself.

But listen to me. For one moment quit being sad. Hear blessings dropping their blossoms around you.

This that is tormented and very tired, tortured with restraints like a madman, this heart.

Wings of Love long only to fly away from all directions.

Get yourself out of the way, and let Joy have more space.

I'm dominated by Love, By my passion of love for Love