From understanding comes LOVE.

To live without you is to be robbed of love and what is life without it? To live without you is death to me, my love but some call it life.

O tongue you are an endless treasure. O tongue, you are also an endless disease.

The satiated person and the hungry one do not see the same thing when they look upon a loaf of bread.

Speak a new language so that the world will be a new world.

What in your life is calling you, When all the noise is silenced, The meetings adjourned... The lists laid aside, And the Wild Iris blooms By itself In the dark forest... What still pulls on your soul?

I want your sun to reach my raindrops, so your heat can raise my soul upward like a cloud.