Love is the merchandise which all the world demands; if you store it in your heart, every soul will become your customer.

Consciously or unconsciously, every being is capable of healing himself or others.

Love is the Divine Mother's arms; when those arms are spread, every Soul falls Into them.

Your heart is not living intil it has experienced pain... the pain of love breaks open the heart, even if it is as hard as a rock.

Humanity, divine limitation; Divinity, human perfection.

The bringers of joy have always been the children of sorrow.

Music seems to be the bridge over the gulf between form and the formless.