...and your body is the harp of your soul, and it is yours to bring forth sweet music or confused sounds.

...beauty is life when life unveils her holy face. But you are life and you are the veil. Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror, but you are eternity and you are the mirror.

Your daily life is your temple and your religion. Whenever you enter into it take with you your all.

The giving and receiving of pleasure is a need and an ecstasy

When life life does not find a singer to sing her heat, she produces a philosopher to speak her mind.

For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one.