Even Though You Tie A Hundred Knots,

If These Poems Repeat Themselves, Then So Does Spring.

There Is No Way Into Presence Except Through A Love Exchange.

Love Possesses Seven Hundred Wings, And Each One Extends From The Highest Heaven To The Lowest Earth.

There Is A Sun Within Every Person.

An Eye Is Meant To See Things. The Soul Is Here For Its Own Joy. A Head Has One Use: For Loving A True Love. Feet: To Chase After. Love Is For Vanishing Into The Sky. The Mind, For Learning What Men Have Done And Tried To Do. Mysteries Are Not To Be Solved: The Eye Goes Blind When It Only Wants To See Why. A Lover Is Always Accused Of Something. But When He Finds His Love, Whatever Was Lost In The Looking Comes Back Completely Changed.