For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun? And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.
Love is the only freedom in the world because it so elevates the spirit that the laws of humanity and the phenomena of nature do not alter its course.
And is not the lute that soothes your spirit the very wood that was hollowed with knives?
Strange, the desire for certain pleasures is a part of my pain.
In the depth of my soul there is a wordless song.
Beauty is not a need but an ecstasy. It is not a mouth thirsting nor an empty hand stretched forth, But rather a heart enflamed and a soul enchanted.
Lovers embrace that which is between them rather than each other.
Marriage is like a golden ring in a chain, whose beginning is a glance and whose ending is eternity.
Our worst fault is our preoccupation with the faults of others.
You often say, “I would give, but only to the deserving.” The trees in your orchard say not so, nor the flocks in your pasture. They give that they may live, for to withhold is to perish.
It is slavery to live in the mind unless it has become part of the body.
And let there be no purpose in friendship save the deepening of the spirit. For love that seeks aught but the disclosure of its own mystery is not love but a net cast forth: and only the unprofitable is caught.
Your hearts know in silence the secrets of the days and the nights.
Love is the only flower that grows and blossoms without the aid of the seasons.
It is not the sap within the furrowed bark, nor a wing attached to a claw, But rather a garden forever in bloom and a flock of angels forever in flight.
Be like the flower, turn your faces to the sun.
Wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving.
Your freedom when it loses its fetters becomes itself the fetter of a greater freedom.
Your house is your larger body.
Oh heart, if one should say to you that the soul perishes like the body, answer that the flower withers, but the seed remains.