If you knew the secret of life, you too would choose no other companion but love.

Your spirit is mingled with mine what touches you, touches me.

No sickness worse than imagining thyself to be perfect can afflict thy soul.

What I most want is to spring out of this personality, then to sit apart from that leaping. I've lived too long where I can be reached.

This place is a dream. Only a sleeper considers it real. Then death comes like dawn, and you wake up laughing at what you thought was your grief.

You wander from room to room Hunting for the diamond necklace That is already around your neck!

This outward spring and garden are a reflection of the inward garden.