Love's creed is separate from all religions.

The glance of Love is crystal clear.

Everything is emptiness. Everything else, accidental. Emptiness brings peace to your loving. Everything else, disease. In this world of trickery, emptiness is what your soul wants.

Is your face a beautiful blossom or a sweet torture? I have no complaints but my heart is tempted to let you hear of its sorrows.

You fill yourself with the sharp pain of love, rather than its fulfillment.

We are born of love. Love is our mother.

If you could leave your selfishness, you would see how you've been torturing your soul.