The Soul Which Cannot Endure Fire And

My Heart Rushes Into The Garden, Joyfully Tasting All The Delights. But Reason Frowns, Disapproving Of The Heart's Bad Manners.

Love Is The Reality, And Poetry Is The Drum.

Snake's Poison Is Life To The Snake; It Is In Relation To Man That It Means "death.

If You Find The Mirror Of The Heart Dull, The Rust Has Not Been Cleared From Its Face.

Whatever You Know, Or Don’t - Only Love Is Real.