Real love is never perplexed, never qualifies, never rejects, never demands. It replenishes, by grace of restoring unlimited circulation. It burns, because it knows the true meaning of sacrifice. It is life illuminated.

Our own physical body possesses a wisdom which we who inhabit the body lack. We give it orders which make no sense.

If we have not found heaven within, it is a certainty we will not find it without.

The legal system is often a mystery, and we, its priests, preside over rituals baffling to everyday citizens.

Why are we so full of restraint? Why do we not give in all directions? Is it fear of losing ourselves? Until we do lose ourselves there is no hope of finding ourselves.

The purpose of life is to remember.

We must be holy without holiness. We must be whole, complete. That's being holy. Any other kind of holiness is false, a snare, and a delusion.