Land of the rising sun

He who is a slave to his stomach seldom worships God.

The garden of love is green without limit and yields many fruits other than sorrow or joy. Love is beyond either condition: without spring, without autumn, it is always fresh.

May these vows and this marriage be blessed.

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

Woman is a ray of God. She is not that earthly beloved: she is creative, not created.

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

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.

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

I have no companion but Love, no beginning, no end, no dawn. The Soul calls from within me: &#39;You, ignorant of the way of Love, set Me free.&#39;