Hormuz L'isola arcobaleno

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.

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.

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

the truth was a mirror in the hands of God. It fell, and broke into pieces. Everybody took a piece of it, and they looked at it and thought they had the truth.

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.

I am neither of the East nor of the West, no boundaries exist within my breast.

A man is insensible to the relish of prosperity &#39;til he has tasted adversity.

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

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.

I have seen the king with a face of Glory, He who is the eye and the sun of heaven, He who is the companion and healer of all beings, He who is the soul and the universe that births souls.

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