I am happy even before I have a reason.

Only a Perfect One who is always laughing at the word two can make you know of Love.

Your separation from God is the hardest work you will ever do.

One regret dear world, that I am determined not to have when I am lying on my deathbed is that I did not kiss you enough.

This place where you are right now, God circled on a map for you.

Love sometimes gets tired of speaking sweetly and wants to rip to shreds all your erroneous notions of the truth that make you fight within yourself, dear one, and with others, causing the world to weep on too many fine days... The Beloved sometimes wants to do us a great favor: Hold us upside down and shake all the nonsense out.

Words have no language which can utter the secrets of love; and beyond the limits of expression is the expounding of desire.