When One Sense Perceives The Hidden, The

Innumerable Changes Of Moods Are Yours, And They Are Uncontrolled By You. If You Knew Their Origin, You Would Be Able To Dominate Them. If You Cannot Localize Your Own Changes, How Can You Localize That Which Formed You?

Whoever Finds Love Beneath Hurt And Grief Disappears Into Emptiness With A Thousand New Disguises

No Sickness Worse Than Imagining Thyself To Be Perfect Can Afflict Thy Soul.

Love Rushed Into My Veins Emptying Me Of Myself. Now Filled With The Beloved My Only Possession Is My Name.

When Soul Rises Into Lips You Feel The Kiss You Have Wanted