In time of trouble avert not thy face from hope, for the soft marrow abideth in the hard bone.

Start seeing everything as God, But keep it a secret

I have learned so much from God that I can no longer call myself a Christian, a Hindu, a Muslim, a Buddhist, a Jew. The Truth has shared so much of Itself with me that I can no longer call myself a man, a woman, an angel, or even a pure Soul. Love has befriended me so completely it has turned to ash and freed me of every concept and image my mind has ever known.

Fear is the cheapest room in the house. I would like to see you living in better conditions.

Come in, my dearFrom that harsh worldThat has rained elements of stoneUpon your tender face.Every soulShould receive a toast from usFor bravery!

'Tis writ on Paradise's gate, Woe to the dupe that yields to fate!

The heart is a thousand stringed instrument that can only be tuned with love.