Land of the rising sun

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.

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

Oh, bird of my soul, fly away now, For I possess a hundred fortified towers.

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.

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

Love will find its way through all languages on its own.

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

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

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.