YOUR reason and your passion are the rudder and the sails of your seafaring soul. If either your sails or your rudder be broken, you can but toss and drift, or else be held at a standstill in mid–seas.

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

WHEN you love you should not say, "God is in my heart," but rather, "I am in the heart of God."

Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror. But you are eternity and you are the mirror.

BUT if in your fear you would seek only love's peace and love's pleasure, Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love's threshing–floor, Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears.

Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.

YOU may give them your love but not your thoughts, For they have their own thoughts.

WORK is love made visible. And if you cannot work with love but only with distaste, it is better that you should leave your work and sit at the gate of the temple and take alms of those who work with joy.

For reason, ruling alone, is a force confining; and passion, unattended, is a flame that burns to its own destruction.