朝阳之地

When I die, I shall soar with angels, and when I die to the angels, what I shall become you cannot imagine.

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

There is an invisible strength within us; when it recognizes two opposing objects of desire, it grows stronger.

The rose and the thorn, and sorrow and gladness are linked together.

Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.

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.

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

The garden of love is green without limit and yields many fruits other than sorrow or joy. Love is beyond either condition: without spring, without autumn, it is always fresh.

We are born of love; Love is our mother.