Whoever finds love beneath hurt and grief disappears into emptiness with a thousand new disguises.
If everyone could see what love is, each would set up a tent pole in the ocean: the world's population pitched and living easily within the sea.
She loved him so much she concealed his name in many phrases, the inner meanings known only to her.
As you start to walk on the way, the way appears.
Listen! Clam up your mouth and be silent like an oyster shell, for that tongue of yours is the enemy of the soul, my friend. When the lips are silent, the heart has a hundred tongues.