Land of the rising sun

The gifts of lovers to one another are, in respect to love, nothing but forms; yet, they testify to invisible love.

We are born of love; Love is our mother.

A man is insensible to the relish of prosperity &#39;til he has tasted adversity.

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

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;

The garden of love is green without limit and yields many fruits other than sorrow or joy. Love is beyond either condition: without spring, without autumn, it is always fresh.

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

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.

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