Land of the rising sun

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

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

When I die, I shall soar with angels, and when I die to the angels, what I shall become you cannot imagine.

You left and I cried tears of blood. My sorrow grows. Its not just that You left. But when You left my eyes went with You. Now, how will I cry?

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.

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

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

That which God said to the rose, and caused it to laugh in full-blown beauty, He said to my heart, and made it a hundred times more beautiful.

Water, stories, the body, all the things we do, are mediums that hid and show what&#39;s hidden.