Hormuz L'isola arcobaleno

Through Love all that is bitter will be sweet, Through Love all that is copper will be gold, Through Love all dregs will become wine, through Love all pain will turn to medicine.

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

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.

I have no companion but Love, no beginning, no end, no dawn. The Soul calls from within me: &#39;You, ignorant of the way of Love, set Me free.&#39;

Don&#39;t grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form.

The minute I heard my first love story, I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don&#39;t finally meet somewhere. They&#39;re in each other all along.

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

The best loved by God are those that are rich, yet have the humility of the poor, and those that are poor and have the magnanimity of the rich.

I have learned so much from God that I can no longer call myself a Christian, a Hindu, a Muslim, a Buddhist, a Jew.

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

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

The gifts of lovers to one another are, in respect to love, nothing but forms; yet, they testify to invisible love.