It is the tears of the earth that keep here smiles in bloom.
If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you also miss the stars.
Her wishful face haunts my dreams like the rain at night.
Listen, my heart, to the whispers of the world with which it makes love to you.
The mystery of creation is like the darkness of night--it is great.Delusions of knowledge are like the fog of the morning.
What you are you do not see, what you see is your shadow.