Like the birds of the sea, men come from the ocean-the ocean of the soul. How could this bird, born from that sea, make his dwelling here?

Find the sweetness in your own heart, then you may find the sweetness in every heart.

Let lovers be crazy, disgraceful and wild Those who fret about such things Aren’t in love.

Suffering is a gift; in its hidden mercy

People want you to be happy. Don't keep serving them your pain! If you could untie your wings and free your soul of jealousy, you and everyone around you would fly up like doves.

If thou has not seen the devil, look at thine own self.

Don't stray from your Heart's intent.