An awake heart is like a sky that pours light.
Only a Perfect One who is always laughing at the word two can make you know of Love.
There is no pleasure without a tincture of bitterness.
Oh, you who are trying to learn the marvel of Love through the copy book of reason, I'm very much afraid that you will never really see the point.
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 pure Soul.
I am a hole in a flute that the Christ's breath moves through. Listen to this music.