Don't be satisfied with stories, how things have gone with others. Unfold your own myth.

This world is in deep trouble, from top to bottom. But it can be swiftly healed by the balm of love.

We may know who we are or we may not. We may be Muslims, Jews or Christians but until our hearts become the mould for every heart we will see only our differences.

A lover's life lies in death. You shall not find a heart without losing the heart.

I am not this hair, I am not this skin, I am the soul that lives within.

Last night you left me and slept your own deep sleep. Tonight you turn and turn. I say, 'You and I will be together till the Universe dissolves.' You mumble back things you thought of when you were drunk.

A craftsman pulled a reed from the reedbed, cut holes in it, and called it a human being. Since then, it's been wailing a tender agony of parting, never mentioning the skill that gave it life as a flute