I went inside my heart to see how it was. Something there makes me hear the whole world weeping.

You are quaffing drink from a hundred fountains: whenever any of these hundred yields less, your pleasure is diminished. But when the sublime fountain gushes from within you, no longer need you steal from the other fountains.

Half-heartedne ss doesn't reach into majesty.

Bitter your acts, bitter am I, Kindness your deeds, kindness am I, Pleasant and gentle, so you are, Fine honeyed lips and sweet talker.

There is a morning inside you waiting to burst open into light.

What is planted in each person's soul will sprout.

We can't help being thirsty, moving toward the voice of water.