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.

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

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

Everything that is made beautiful and fair and lovely is made for the eye of one who sees.

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.

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

When the belly is empty, the body becomes spirit; and when it is full, the spirit becomes body.

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.