Land of the rising sun

The minute I heard my first love story, I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don&#39;t finally meet somewhere. They&#39;re in each other all along.

If you find the mirror of the heart dull, the rust has not been cleared from its face.

Oh Cup-bearer, set my glass afire with the light of wine!

When someone beats a rug, the blows are not against the rug, but against the dust in it.

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

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

The moment I first heard love I gave up my soul, my heart, and my eyes.

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.

This is the essence of all sciences - that you should know who you will be when the Day of Reckoning arrives.