What Is The Body? That Shadow Of

Every Moment Is Made Glorious By The Light Of Love.

Love Is A Mirror. In It You See Nothing Except Your Reflection. You See Nothing Except Your Real Face.

I Am Bewildered By The Magnificence Of Your Beauty; And Wish To See You With A Hundred Eyes . . . I Am In The House Of Mercy, And My Heart Is A Place Of Prayer.

You've Come To Know The Fortunate And The Inauspicious Stars, But You Don't Know Whether You Yourself Are Fortunate Or Lucky.

You Must Lance An Ulcer To Heal It. You Must Tear Down Parts Of An Old Building To Restore It, And So It Is With A Sensual Life That Has No Spirit In It.