Love Is An Endless Ocean, With No

Until The Juice Ferments A While In The Cask, It Isn't Wine. If You Wish Your Heart To Be Bright, You Must Do A Little Work.

The Waterwheel Accepts Water And Turns And Gives It Away, Weeping.

Love Isn't The Work Of The Tender And The Gentle; Love Is The Work Of Wrestlers. The One Who Becomes A Servant Of Lovers Is Really A Fortunate Sovereign. Don't Ask Anyone About Love; Ask Love About Love. Love Is A Cloud That Scatters Pearls.

When Water Gets Caught In Habitual Whirlpools, Dig A Way Out Through The Bottom Of The Ocean.

The Intellectual Quest, Though Fine As Pearl Or Coral, Is Not The Spiritual Search. That Spiritual Search Is On Another Level. Spiritual Wine Is A Different Substance.