We are People who need to love, because Love is the soul's life, Love is simply creation's greatest joy.

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

Words have no language which can utter the secrets of love; and beyond the limits of expression is the expounding of desire.

Love sometimes gets tired of speaking sweetly and wants to rip to shreds all your erroneous notions of the truth that make you fight within yourself, dear one, and with others, causing the world to weep on too many fine days... The Beloved sometimes wants to do us a great favor: Hold us upside down and shake all the nonsense out.

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.

Now is the time to know that all that you do is sacred.

What we speak becomes the house we live in.