This sky where we live is no place to lose your wings so love, love, love.

One regret dear world, that I am determined not to have when I am lying on my deathbed is that I did not kiss you enough.

Light will someday split you open

I do not feel like writing verses; but as I light my perfume burner with myrrh and jasmine incense, they suddenly burgeon from my heart, like flowers in a garden.

Only a Perfect One who is always laughing at the word two can make you know of Love.

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

Thou learnest no secret until thou knowest friendship, since to the unsound no heavenly knowledge enters.