The moon stays bright when it doesn't avoid the night.

Tender words we spoke to one another are sealed in the secret vaults of heaven. One day like rain, they will fall to earth and grow green all over the world.

There are lovers content with longing. I’m not one of them.

Hear from the heart wordless mysteries.

If you are irritated by every rub, how will your mirror be polished?

I am neither of the East nor of the West, no boundaries exist within my breast.

This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First to let go of life. Finally, to take a step without feet.