Hormuz L'isola arcobaleno

Everyone has been made for some particular work, and the desire for that work has been put in every heart.

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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.

He who is a slave to his stomach seldom worships God.

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

Listen! Clam up your mouth and be silent like an oyster shell, for that tongue of yours is the enemy of the soul, my friend. When the lips are silent, the heart has a hundred tongues.

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.