朝阳之地

However much I might try to expound or explain Love, when I come to Love itself, I am ashamed of my explanations... Love alone can explain the mysteries of love and lovers.

We are born of love; Love is our mother.

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

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.

I have learned so much from God that I can no longer call myself a Christian, a Hindu, a Muslim, a Buddhist, a Jew.

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

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

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

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