Poetry comes out of silence and yearns for silence. Like us, it travels from one silence to another. It is like flight, like a circling over silence.
~ Max Picard
Love comes from within you. When you ask for love from one another, you miss the very source of love. When you give love to another, you find the source of love within you.
Inasmuch as love grows in you, so in you beauty grows. For love is the beauty of the soul.