We don't need sugar, flour or rice or anything else. We just want to see our dear ones.

Be kind to your sleeping heart. Take it out into the vast fields of light...And let it breathe.

If, like the prophet Noah, you have patience in the distress of the flood, Calamity turns aside, and the desire of a thousand years comes forth.

It is written on the gate of heaven: Nothing in existence is more powerful than destiny. And destiny brought you here, to this page, which is part of your ticket-as all things are-to return to God.

What we speak becomes the house we live in.

Light will someday split you open

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.