Land of the rising sun

People are crying up the rich and variegated plumage of the peacock, and he is himself blushing at the sight of his ugly feet.

Woman is a ray of God. She is not that earthly beloved: she is creative, not created.

That which God said to the rose, and caused it to laugh in full-blown beauty, He said to my heart, and made it a hundred times more beautiful.

We are born of love; Love is our mother.

It may be that the satisfaction I need depends on my going away, so that when I&#39;ve gone and come back, I&#39;ll find it at home.

Plant the love of the holy ones within your spirit; don&#39;t give your heart to anything, but the love of those whose hearts are glad.

Don&#39;t grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form.

A little and a little, collected together, becomes a great deal; the heap in the barn consists of single grains, and drop and drop make the inundation.

However much I might try to expound or explain Love, when I come to Love itself, I am ashamed of my explanations... Love alone can explain the mysteries of love and lovers.