Grieve not; though the journey of life be bitter, and the end unseen, there is no road which does not lead to an end.

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.

Let tenderness pour from your eyes, the way sun gazes warmly on earth.

There are different wells within your heart. Some fill with each good rain, Others are far too deep for that.

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

Be content with what thou hast received, and smooth thy frowning forehead, for the door of choice is not open either to thee or me.

Come, for the House of Hope is built on sand: bring wine, for the fabric of life is as weak as the wind.