Hormuz L'isola arcobaleno

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

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

You know the value of every article of merchandise, but if you don&#39;t know the value of your own soul, it&#39;s all foolishness.

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

We are born of love; Love is our mother.

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

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

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

An enemy to whom you show kindness becomes your friend, excepting lust, the indulgence of which increases its enmity.

You left and I cried tears of blood. My sorrow grows. Its not just that You left. But when You left my eyes went with You. Now, how will I cry?

Don&#39;t grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form.

Whatever makes an impression on the heart seems lovely in the eye.