Love Is The Soul's Light, The Taste

The Garden Of Love Is Green Without Limit And Yields Many Fruits Other Than Sorrow Or Joy. Love Is Beyond Either Condition: Without Spring, Without Autumn, It Is Always Fresh.

Your Depression Is Connected To Your Insolence And Refusal To Praise. Whoever Feels Himself Walking On The Path, And Refuses To Praise--that Man Or Woman Steals From Others Every Day--is A Shoplifter! The Sun Became Full Of Light When It Got Hold Of Itself. Angels Only Began Shining When They Achieved Discipline. The Sun Goes Out Whenever The Cloud Of Not-praising Comes. The Moment The Foolish Angel Felt Insolent, He Heard The Door Close.

Since I Was Cut From The Reedbed I Have Made This Crying Sound. Anyone Separated From Someone He Loves Understands What I Say. Anyone Pulled From A Source Longs To Go Back.

Disputational Knowing Wants Customers. It Has No Soul.

We Are Born Of Love. Love Is Our Mother.