Whosoever knoweth the power of the dance, dwelleth in God.

I'm in love! Your advice, what are they? Love has poisoned me! Your remedies, what are they? I hear them shout: "fast, Bind him feet!" But if my heart that has gone mad! Those strings on my feet What is the point?

Truth lifts the heart, like water refreshes thirst.

And so it is, that both the Devil and the angelic Spirit present us with objects of desire to awaken our power of choice.

What was said to the rose that made it open, was said to me, here in my chest.

Why should I be weary when every cell of my body is bursting with life?

Sorrow prepares you for joy. It violently sweeps everything out of your house, so that new joy can find space to enter. It shakes the yellow leaves from the bough of your heart, so that fresh, green leaves can grow in their place. It pulls up the rotten roots, so that new roots hidden beneath have room to grow. Whatever sorrow shakes from your heart, far better things will take their place.