Land of the rising sun

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.

We are born of love; Love is our mother.

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

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

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

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

May this marriage be full of laughter, our every day in paradise.

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.

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.