Land of the rising sun

Ever since happiness heard your name, it has been running through the streets trying to find you.

Whenever you argue with another wiser than yourself in order that others may admire your wisdom, they will discover your ignorance.

The gifts of lovers to one another are, in respect to love, nothing but forms; yet, they testify to invisible love.

Something opens our wings. Something makes boredom and hurt disappear. Someone fills the cup in front of us: We taste only sacredness.

Your depression is connected to your insolence and refusal to praise.

Through Love all that is bitter will be sweet, Through Love all that is copper will be gold, Through Love all dregs will become wine, through Love all pain will turn to medicine.

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

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

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