O tongue you are an endless treasure. O tongue, you are also an endless disease.
If the wine drinker has a deep gentleness in him, he will show that when drunk. But if he has hidden anger and arrogance, those appear.
This is enough was always true. We just haven't seen it.
The desire to know your own soul will end all other desires.
Whatever you know, or don’t - only Love is real.
You are an ocean in a drop of dew, all the universes in a thin sack of blood. What are these pleasures then, these joys, these worlds that you keep reaching for, hoping they will make you more alive?