I used to read the myths of love Now I have become the mythical lover

Love is a mirror. In it you see nothing except your reflection. You see nothing except your real face.

This world is in deep trouble, from top to bottom. But it can be swiftly healed by the balm of love.

You had better run from me. My words are fire.

Ways of worshipping are not to be ranked as better or worse than one another . . . It's all praise, and it's all right.

I have found the heart and will never leave This house of light.

Every door is another passage, another boundary we have to go beyond.