Get yourself out of the way, and let Joy have more space.
Your eyelashes will write on my heart the poem that could never come from the pen of a poet.
The one who has a good friend doesn't need any mirror.
Ignorance is God's prison. Knowing is God's palace
The work of magic is this, that it breathes and at every breath transforms realities.
Love so needs to love that it will endure almost anything, even abuse, just to flicker for a moment. But the sky's mouth is kind, its song will never hurt you, for I sing those words.