Through love all that is bitter will be sweet.
If your thought is a rose, you are a rose garden; and if it is a thistle, you are fuel for the fire.
Through love scraps of copper are turned to gold.
The world's flattery and hypocrisy is a sweet morsel: eat less of it, for it is full of fire. Its fire is hidden while its taste is manifest, but its smoke becomes visible in the end.
Seek the wisdom that will untie your knot. Seek the path that demands your whole being.
You have no need to travel anywhere - journey within yourself. Enter a mine of rubies and bathe in the splendor of your own light.