Land of the rising sun

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?

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.

Oh Cup-bearer, set my glass afire with the light of wine!

This is the essence of all sciences - that you should know who you will be when the Day of Reckoning arrives.

Everything that is made beautiful and fair and lovely is made for the eye of one who sees.

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 be surprised at Fortune&#39;s turns and twists: That wheel has spun a thousand yarns before.

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

There are a thousand ways to kneel and kiss the ground; there are a thousand ways to go home again.