The wine of this fleeting world caused your head to ache.

When you eventually see through the veils to how things really are, you will keep saying again and again, this is certainly not like we thought it was.

The garden of love is green without limit and yields many fruits other than sorrow or joy. Love is beyond either condition: without spring, without autumn, it is always fresh.

Love is an emerald. Its brilliant light wards off dragons On this treacherous path.

The testing of good and bad is in order that the gold may boil and bring the scum to the top.

Don't get lost in your pain, know that one day your pain will become your cure.

The heart has its own language. The heart knows a hundred thousand ways to speak.