Love is the vital core of the soul. And of all you see, only love is infinite.
The world is a mountain, in which your words are echoed back to you.
In Winter the bare boughs that seem to sleep Work covertly, preparing for their Spring.
If your thought is a rose, you are a rose garden; and if it is a thistle, you are fuel for the fire.
You cannot learn about Love, LOVE appears on the wings of grace.
Pull the thorn of existence out of the heart! Fast! For when you do, you will see thousands of rose gardens in yourself.