“It happens all the time in heaven,And some dayIt will begin to happenAgain on earth -That men and women who are married,And men and men who are Lovers,And women and womenWho give each otherLight,Often will get down on their kneesAnd while so tenderly Holding their lover's hand,With tears in their eyes,Will sincerely speak, saying,'My dear,How can I be more loving to you;How can I be moreKind?”

“As lovers, the difference between men and women is that women can love all day long, but men only at times.”

“My dear,Is it true that your mind is sometimes like a batteringRamRunning all through the city,Shouting so madly inside and outAbout the ten thousand thingsThat do not matter?”

“You have taken root in the Beloved.I love your golden branchesAnd the hundred graceful movementsYour body now makes each timeThe wind, children and love come near.”

“In many parts of this world water isScarce and precious.People sometimes have to walk A great distanceThen carry heavy jugs upon theirHeads.Because of our wisdom, we will travelFar for love.All movement is a sign of Thirst.Most speaking really says "I am hungry to know you."Every desire of your body is holy;Every desire of your body isHoly.Dear one,Why wait until you are dyingTo discover that divineTruth?”

“All the best women are married, yes, they are - to all the worst men' There was an infinite slow caress in her tone but she went on rapidly 'So I shall never marry you. How should I marry a kind man, a good man? I am a barbarian, and want a barbarian lover, to crush and scarify me, but you are so tender and I am so crude. When your soft eyes look on me they look on a volcano.”

“For a day, just for one day,Talk about that which disturbs no oneAnd bring some peace into yourBeautiful eyes.”