When Someone Mentions The Gracefulness Of The

Don't Look For Me In A Human Shape, I Am Inside Your Looking.

Those Loves Which Are For The Sake Of A Colour Are Not Love. In The End They Are A Disgrace.

Where The Lips Are Silent The Heart Has A Thousand Tongues.

In Your Light I Learn How To Love. In Your Beauty, How To Make Poems. You Dance Inside My Chest Where No-one Sees You, But Sometimes I Do, And That Sight Becomes This Art.

When You See Anyone Complaining Of Such And Such A Person's Ill-nature And Bad Temper, Know That The Complainant Is Bad-tempered, Forasmuch As He Speaks Ill Of That Bad-tempered Person, Because He Alone Is Good-tempered Who Is Quietly Forbearing Towards The Bad-tempered And Ill-natured.