Through Love all that is bitter will be sweet, Through Love all that is copper will be gold, Through Love all dregs will become wine, through Love all pain will turn to medicine.

A lover in life will be a lover in death, a lover in the tomb, a lover in paradise, a lover on the day of resurrection.

Look for the answer inside your question.

Like a sculptor, if necessary, carve a friend out of stone. Realize that your inner sight is blind and try to see a treasure in everyone.

The way the Beloved can fit in my heart, two thousand lives could fit in this body of mine. One kernel could contain a thousand bushels, and a hundred worlds pass through the eye of the needle.

You knock at the door of Reality. You shake your thought wings, loosen your shoulders, and open.

Journey from the self to the Self and find the mine of gold. Leave behind what is sour and bitter and move toward the sweet.