Lovers O lovers, lovers it is time to set out from the world. I hear a drum in my soul's ear coming from the depths of the stars. Our camel driver is at work; the caravan is being readied. He asks that we forgive him for the disturbance he has caused us, He asks why we travellers are asleep. Everywhere the murmur of departure; the stars, like candles thrust at us from behind blue veils, and as if to make the invisible plain, a wondrous people have come forth.

Keep on knocking 'til the joy inside opens a window look to see who's there

Behind every atom of this world hides an infinite Universe.

Whoever travels without a guide, needs two hundred years for a two-day journey.

From cane reeds, sugar. From a worm's cocoon, silk. Be patient if you can, and from sour grapes will come something sweet.

Even though you tie a hundred knots, the string remains one.

Love said to me, there is nothing that is not me. Be silent.