Hormuz L'isola arcobaleno

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.

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

That which God said to the rose, and caused it to laugh in full-blown beauty, He said to my heart, and made it a hundred times more beautiful.

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

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

Oh, bird of my soul, fly away now, For I possess a hundred fortified towers.

Through Love all that is bitter will be sweet, Through Love all that is copper will be gold, Through Love all dregs will become wine, through Love all pain will turn to medicine.

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

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.

What shall I say, O Muslims, I know not myself, I am neither a Christian, nor a Jew, nor a Zoroastrian, nor a Muslim.

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

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.