Lamps Are Different, But Light Is The

You Fill Yourself With The Sharp Pain Of Love, Rather Than Its Fulfillment.

The Heart Is Your Student, For Love Is The Only Way We Learn.

A Craftsman Pulled A Reed From The Reedbed, Cut Holes In It, And Called It A Human Being. Since Then, It's Been Wailing A Tender Agony Of Parting, Never Mentioning The Skill That Gave It Life As A Flute

Everyone Sleeps, Except Lovers, Who Stay Awake, Telling Stories To God

Lovers Find Secret Places Inside This Violent World Where They Make Transactions With Beauty.