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

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.

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

When the belly is empty, the body becomes spirit; and when it is full, the spirit becomes body.

The best loved by God are those that are rich, yet have the humility of the poor, and those that are poor and have the magnanimity of the rich.

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.

I have seen the king with a face of Glory, He who is the eye and the sun of heaven, He who is the companion and healer of all beings, He who is the soul and the universe that births souls.

I fear God and next to God I mostly fear them that fear him not.

Have patience. All things are difficult before they become easy.

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.

This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First to let go of life. Finally, to take a step without feet.

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

Why should I be unhappy? Every parcel of my being is in full bloom.

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