The meaning of poetry has no sureness of direction; is like the sling, it is not under control.

This discipline and rough treatment are a furnace to extract the silver from the dross. This testing purifies the gold by boiling the scum away.

Be empty of worrying. Think of who created thought! Why do you stay in prison When the door is so wide open?

Revile those who flatter you.

If reason dominates in man, he rises higher than angels. If lust overpowers man, he descends lower than the beast.

Love opens my chest, and thought returns to its confines.

At every moment, Love's voice talks to us from left and from right. All we have to do is to know how to listen.