Greed makes man blind and foolish, and makes him an easy prey for death.
I feel like the earth, astonished at fragrance borne in the air, made pregnant with mystery from a drop of rain.
Swim out of your little pond.
For the thirst to possess your love, Is worth my blood a hundred times.
Love is the sea where intellect drowns.
Love is the soul's light, the taste of morning, no me, no we, no claim of being.