The heart is cooking a pot of food for you. Be patient until it is cooked

Something opens our wings. Something makes boredom and hurt disappear. Someone fills the cup in front of us: We taste only sacredness.

Jesus was lost in his love for God.

Discipline enabled Heaven to be filled with light; discipline enabled the angels to be immaculate and holy.

Love is a madman, working his wild schemes, tearing off his clothes, running through the mountains...

Your eyelashes will write on my heart the poem that could never come from the pen of a poet.

When love first tasted the lips of being human, it started singing.