Hormuz L'isola arcobaleno

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

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

Why should I be unhappy? Every parcel of my being is in full bloom.

Love will find its way through all languages on its own.

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

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.

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.

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.

And so it is, that both the Devil and the angelic Spirit present us with objects of desire to awaken our power of choice.

The moment I first heard love I gave up my soul, my heart, and my eyes.

We are born of love; Love is our mother.