Do Not Sit Long With A Sad

The Life Of This World Is Nothing But The Harmony Of Opposites

Ecstatic Love Is An Ocean, And The Milky Way Is A Flake Of Foam Floating On It.

The Mirror Of The Heart Must Be Clear, So You Can Discern The Ugly From The Beautiful.

In The Slaughterhouse Of Love, They Kill Only The Best, None Of The Weak Or Deformed. Don't Run Away From This Dying. Whoever's Not Killed For Love Is Dead Meat.

In The House Of Lovers, The Music Never Stops, The Walls Are Made Of Songs & The Floor Dances