A lover is always accused of something. But when he finds his love, whatever was lost in the looking comes back completely changed.

My head is bursting with the joy of the unknown. My heart is expanding a thousand fold.

Do thou smile like the rose at loss and gain; For the rose, though its petals be torn asunder, Still smiles on, and it is never cast down.

The sweetness and delights of the resting-place are in proportion to the pain endured on the Journey. Only when you suffer the pangs and tribulations of exile will you truly enjoy your homecoming.

Let the Beloved be a hat pulled down firmly on my head.

Everything that is made beautiful and fair and lovely is made for the eye of one who sees.

You've been walking the ocean's edge, holding up your robes to keep them dry. You must dive naked under, and deeper under, a thousand times deeper!