Hormuz L'isola arcobaleno

Whatever makes an impression on the heart seems lovely in the eye.

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.

He who is a slave to his stomach seldom worships God.

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.

The way the Beloved can fit in my heart, two thousand lives could fit in this body of mine. One kernel could contain a thousand bushels, and a hundred worlds pass through the eye of the needle.

I have seen the king with a face of Glory, He who is the eye and the sun of heaven, He who is the companion and healer of all beings, He who is the soul and the universe that births souls.

Oh, bird of my soul, fly away now, For I possess a hundred fortified towers.

Beg of God the removal of envy, that God may deliver you from externals, and bestow upon you an inward occupation, which will absorb you so that your attention is not drawn away.

And so it is, that both the Devil and the angelic Spirit present us with objects of desire to awaken our power of choice.

Water, stories, the body, all the things we do, are mediums that hid and show what&#39;s hidden.

Listen! Clam up your mouth and be silent like an oyster shell, for that tongue of yours is the enemy of the soul, my friend. When the lips are silent, the heart has a hundred tongues.

We are born of love; Love is our mother.