He tells his reader that writings should be expounded in four senses. The first.
He woke her then, and trembling and obedient, she ate that burning heart out of his hand. Weeping, I saw him then depart from me. Could he daily feel a stab of hunger for her? Find nourishment in the very sight of her? I think so. But would she see through the bars of his plight, and ache for him?
He who best discerns the worth of time is most distressed whenever time is lost.
He who knows most grieves most for wasted time.
Heat cannot be separated from fire, or beauty from The Eternal.
He listens well who takes notes.