朝阳之地

Listen! Clam up your mouth and be silent like an oyster shell, for that tongue of yours is the enemy of the soul, my friend. When the lips are silent, the heart has a hundred tongues.

Everyone has been made for some particular work, and the desire for that work has been put in every heart.

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

A little and a little, collected together, becomes a great deal; the heap in the barn consists of single grains, and drop and drop make the inundation.

We are born of love; Love is our mother.

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

I am neither of the East nor of the West, no boundaries exist within my breast.

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.

It may be that the satisfaction I need depends on my going away, so that when I&#39;ve gone and come back, I&#39;ll find it at home.