O Beloved, where is the Beloved?
When setting out on a journey do not seek advice from someone who never left home
Love cannot be learned or taught. Love comes as Grace.
You are quaffing drink from a hundred fountains: whenever any of these hundred yields less, your pleasure is diminished. But when the sublime fountain gushes from within you, no longer need you steal from the other fountains.
Sometimes we plan a trip to one place, but something takes us to another
I am a child whose teacher is LOVE surely my master won't let me grow to be a fool.