I once asked a bird, how is it that you fly in this gravity of darkness? She responded, 'love lifts me.'

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.

What do sad people have in common? It seems they have all built a shrine to the past and often go there and do a strange wail and worship. What is the beginning of Happiness? It is to stop being so religious like that.

What we speak becomes the house we live in.

In time of trouble avert not thy face from hope, for the soft marrow abideth in the hard bone.

How seamless seemed love and then came trouble!

The world is like an eye, a beard, a spot of beauty and eyebrow, Where each thing is neatly in place.