Take sips of this pure wine being poured. Don't mind that you've been given a dirty cup.

You left ground and sky weeping, mind and soul full of grief. No one can take your place in existence or in absence.

There are a thousand ways to kneel and kiss the ground; there are a thousand ways to go home again.

As for us, He has appointed the job of permanent unemployment. If he wanted us to work, after all, He would not have created this wine. With a skinfull of this, Sir, would you rush out to commit economics?

If you want money more than anything, you'll be bought and sold your whole life.

Whatever lifts the corners of your mouth, trust that

Oh you, straying heart, just come! Oh you, aching liver, just come! If the path to the gate is closed, Take the way by the wall, but come!