One of the marvels of the world: The sight of a soul sitting in prison with the key in its hand.

Know then that the body is merely a garment. Go seek the wearer, not the cloak.

You've so distracted me, your absence fans my love. Don't ask how. Then you come near. Do not… I say, and Do not…, you answer. Don't ask why this delights me.

If you find the mirror of the heart dull, the rust has not been cleared from its face.

This place is a dream. Only a sleeper considers it real. Then death comes like dawn, and you wake up laughing at what you thought was your grief.

Now I am sober and there's only the hangover and the memory of love.