Love Is A Tree; And Lovers Are

Don't Be The Rider Who Gallops All Nightand Never Sees The Horse That Is Beneath Him

There Is No Worse Sickness For The Soul, O You Who Are Proud, Than This Pretense Of Perfection.

This Is Love: To Fly Toward A Secret Sky, To Cause A Hundred Veils To Fall Each Moment. First To Let Go Of Life. Finally, To Take A Step Without Feet.

Feeling Lonely And Ignoble Indicates That You Haven't Been Patient.

O Seeker, Pain And Suffering Make One Aware Of God.