Eternity is a circle, a serpent that swallows its own tail.

Watch for the high tides of yourself and flow up with them; when the inevitable low tides come, either rest or meditate. You cannot escape rhythm. You transcend it by working with it.

Only in the stillness of detachment can the soul yield up her secrets.

Our minds are the most mysterious things about us.

The solving of almost every crime mystery depends on something which seems, at first glance, to bear no relation whatever to the original crime.

There is no death where the inner light shines, irradiating the fields of the within -- the beyond -- the unattainable attainment. You know where to find me.

I, Woman, am that wonder-breathing rose That blossoms in the garden of the King.