Only love itself can explain love and lovers.

Know mankind well, don't degrade every man as evil, and don't exalt every man thinking he is good. He who cannot discover himself; cannot discover the world.

On the path of Love we are neither masters nor the owners of our lives. We are only a brush in the hand of the Master Painter.

Don't dismiss the heart, even if it's filled with sorrow. God's treasures are buried in broken hearts.

Oh my friend, all that you see of me is a shell, the rest belongs to love.

This place is a dream. Only a sleeper considers it real. Then death comes like dawn, and you wake up laughing at what you thought was your grief.

Heartsick, heartbroken - to know love is to know pain. What could be more common? Even so, each broken heart is so singular that with it we probe the divine.