Every Rose That Is Sweet-scented Within, That

If You Are Irritated By Every Rub, How Will Your Mirror Be Polished?

Ignorance Is God's Prison. Knowing Is God's Palace

There Is No Salvation For The Soul But To Fall In Love.

My Soul Gave Me Good Counsel, Teaching Me To Love. Love Was For Me A Delicate Thread Stretched Between Two Adjacent Pegs, But Now It Has Been Transformed Into A Halo, Its First Is Its Last, And Its Last Is Its First. It Encompases Every Being, Slowly Expanding To Embrace All That Ever Will Be.

You Are The Mirror Of Divine Beauty.