Land of the rising sun

the truth was a mirror in the hands of God. It fell, and broke into pieces. Everybody took a piece of it, and they looked at it and thought they had the truth.

Don&#39;t be surprised at Fortune&#39;s turns and twists: That wheel has spun a thousand yarns before.

Something opens our wings. Something makes boredom and hurt disappear. Someone fills the cup in front of us: We taste only sacredness.

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.

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

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

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

Even after all this time, the sun never says to the earth, &#39;You owe me.&#39; Look what happens with a love like that. It lights the whole sky.

May these vows and this marriage be blessed.