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

On the holy boughs of the Celestial Tree High up in the heavenly fields, Beyond terrestrial desire My soul-bird a warm nest has built.

I am a hole in a flute that the Christ's breath moves through. Listen to this music.

How seek the way which leadeth to our wishes? By renouncing our wishes. The crown of excellence is renunciation.

I rarely let the word NO escape from my mouth, because it is so plain to my soul that God has shouted, Yes! Yes! Yes! To every luminous movement in existence.

God disguised as myriad things, and playing a game of tag has kissed you and said, "You're it. I mean you're really it. Now it does not matter what you believe or feel. For something wonderful, something major-league wonderful, is someday going to happen."

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