朝阳之地

Plant the love of the holy ones within your spirit; don&#39;t give your heart to anything, but the love of those whose hearts are glad.

Something opens our wings. Something makes boredom and hurt disappear. Someone fills the cup in front of us: We taste only sacredness.

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

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

Ever since happiness heard your name, it has been running through the streets trying to find you.

I fear God and next to God I mostly fear them that fear him not.

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

Even after all this time, the sun never says to the earth, &#39;You owe me.&#39; Look what happens with a love like that. It lights the whole sky.

You&#39;ve come to know the fortunate and the inauspicious stars, but you don&#39;t know whether you yourself are fortunate or lucky.