It is not easy to stop thinking ill of others.Usually one must enter into a friendship with a person who has accomplished that great feat himself.Then something might start to rub off on you of that true elegance.

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.

The great religions are the ships, Poets the life boats. Every sane person I know has jumped overboard.

How Do I Listen to others? As if everyone were my Master Speaking to me His Cherished Last Words.

You have actually waltzed with tremendous style, my sweet, O my sweet, crushed angel.

There is no pleasure without a tincture of bitterness.

Dear Ones, Beware of the tiny gods frightened men Create To bring anesthetic relief to their sad days