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

You know the value of every article of merchandise, but if you don&#39;t know the value of your own soul, it&#39;s all foolishness.

Beauty surrounds us, but usually we need to be walking in a garden to know it.

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

Send a bouquet of your face with the morning breeze.

That which is false troubles the heart, but truth brings joyous tranquillity.

You left and I cried tears of blood. My sorrow grows. Its not just that You left. But when You left my eyes went with You. Now, how will I cry?

We are born of love; Love is our mother.

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

Let the beauty of what you love be what you do.

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.

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.

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.