Moth: I gave you my life. Flame: I allowed you to kiss me.
As one can see when the eyes are open, so one can understand when the heart is open.
All names and forms are the garbs and covers under which the one life is hidden.
There is no end to one's faults. To think of them makes one humble.
We grown-up people think that we appreciate music, but if we realized the sense that an infant has brought with it of appreciating sound and rhythm, we would never boast of knowing music. The infant is music itself.
We are always searching for God afar off, when all the while He is nearer to us than our own soul.