In Silence there is eloquence.
For the thirst to possess your love, Is worth my blood a hundred times.
The gifts of lovers to one another are, in respect to love, nothing but forms; yet, they testify to invisible love.
That which is false troubles the heart, but truth brings joyous tranquility.
All day I think about it, then at night I say it. Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing? I have no idea. My soul is from elsewhere, I'm sure of that, and I intend to end up there.
I once had a thousand desires. But in my one desire to know you all else melted away.