I've Said Before That Every Craftsman Searches

O Tongue You Are An Endless Treasure. O Tongue, You Are Also An Endless Disease.

Drink From The Presence Of Saints, Not From Those Other Jars.

Joy Lives Concealed In Grief.

Without The Frown Of Clouds And Lightning, The Vines Would Be Burned By The Smiling Sun.

The Way To Heaven Is Within. Shake The Wings Of Love-when Love's Wings Have Become Strong, There Is No Need To Trouble About A Ladder.