Land of the rising sun

Let the beauty of what you love be what you do.

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

The moment I first heard love I gave up my soul, my heart, and my eyes.

Beauty surrounds us, but usually we need to be walking in a garden to know it.

We are born of love; Love is our mother.

And so it is, that both the Devil and the angelic Spirit present us with objects of desire to awaken our power of choice.

The way the Beloved can fit in my heart, two thousand lives could fit in this body of mine. One kernel could contain a thousand bushels, and a hundred worlds pass through the eye of the needle.

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

The minute I heard my first love story, I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don&#39;t finally meet somewhere. They&#39;re in each other all along.