Don't Be Sad! Because God Sends Hope

I Want To Sing Like The Birds Sing, Not Worrying About Who Hears Or What They Think.

The Real Beloved Is That One Who Is Unique, Who Is Your Beginning And Your End.

When You Resolve To Become Pious, The Devil In Your Nature Cries Out At You, "tread Not Those Paths, O Confused One; Distress And Poverty Will Overcome You. You Will Be Despised, Let Down By Friends, You Will Regret It." Dread Of The Devil Has Bound Their Souls; The Cries Of The Devil Are The Drover Of The Damned; The Call Of The Lord Is A Guardian Of The Saints.

Either Give Me More Wine Or Leave Me Alone.

In Every Religion There Is Love, Yet Love Has No Religion.