If You Become A Helper Of Hearts,

God Looks Not At Your Form, Nor At Your Deeds, But At Your Heart.

The Minute I Heard My First Love Story, I Started Looking For You, Not Knowing How Blind That Was. Lovers Don't Finally Meet Somewhere. They're In Each Other All Along.

Oh You, Unceasing Sun, To Me Your Particles Communicate The Luminous Essence Of God, Are You Our God? I Do Not Know. Intoxicated, I Say Nought, Bewitched By The Magic Potion. I Cannot Differentiate Between My Drunk And Sober State.

The Lovers Of God Never Run Out Of Patience, For They Know That Time Is Needed For The Crescent Moon To Become Full.

Discipline Enabled Heaven To Be Filled With Light; Discipline Enabled The Angels To Be Immaculate And Holy.