“Love isn't the work of the tender and the gentle;Love is the work of wrestlers.The one who becomes a servant of loversis really a fortunate sovereign.Don't ask anyone about Love; ask Love about Love.Love is a cloud that scatters pearls.”

“In the slaughterhouse of love, they kill only the best, none of the weak or deformed. Don't run away from this dying. Whoever's not killed for love is dead meat.”

“A craftsman pulled a reed from the reedbed,cut holes in it, and called it a human being.Since then, it's been wailing a tender agonyof parting, never mentioning the skillthat gave it life as a flute”

“The world's flattery and hypocrisy is a sweet morsel:eat less of it, for it is full of fire.Its fire is hidden while its taste is manifest,but its smoke becomes visible in the end. ”

“Take someone who doesn't keep score,who's not looking to be richer, or afraid of losing,who has not the slightest interest evenin his own personality: he's free.”

“I know you're tired but come, this is the way.”

“Everything you possess of skill, and wealth, and handicraft,wasn't it first merely a thought and a quest?”