Land of the rising sun

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

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.

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.

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

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

We are born of love; Love is our mother.

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

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;

Oh, bird of my soul, fly away now, For I possess a hundred fortified towers.