Love possesses seven hundred wings, and each one extends from the highest heaven to the lowest earth.
Oh Soul! You worry too much. Your arms are heavy with treasures of all kinds.
The middle path is the way to wisdom
To Love is to reach God.
You've seen my descent, now watch my rising.
When the remedy you have offered only increases the disease, then leave him who will not be cured, and tell your story to someone who seeks the truth.