Everyone, whether he is self-denying or self-indulgent, is seeking after the Beloved. Every place may be the shrine of love, whether it be mosque or synagogue.

There is an ambush everywhere from the army of accidents; therefore the rider of life runs with loosened reins.

God disguised as myriad things, and playing a game of tag has kissed you and said, "You're it. I mean you're really it. Now it does not matter what you believe or feel. For something wonderful, something major-league wonderful, is someday going to happen."

A poet is someone Who can pour Light into a spoon, Then raise it To nourish Your beautiful parched, holy mouth.

Remember for just one minute of the day, it would be best to try looking upon yourself more as God does, for She knows your true royal nature.

Now that all your worry has proved such an unlucrative business. Why not find a better job.

Thou learnest no secret until thou knowest friendship, since to the unsound no heavenly knowledge enters.