All the books of the world full of thoughts and poems are nothing in comparison to a minute of sobbing, when feeling surges in waves, the soul feels itself profoundly and finds itself. Tears are the melting ice of snow. All angels are close to the crying person.

I live in my dreams — that's what you sense. Other people live in dreams, but not in their own. That's the difference.

Should we be mindful of dreams?" Joseph asked. "Can we interpret them?" The Master looked into his eyes and said tersely: "We should be mindful of everything, for we can interpret everything.

Remember this: one can be a strict logician or grammarian and at the same time full of imagination and music.

The voices of all creatures are in the voices of the river.

Every phenomenon on earth is symbolic, and each symbol is an open gate through which the soul, if it is ready, can enter into the inner part of the world, where you and I and day and night are all one.

How beautiful the world was when one looked at it, without searching... just looked, simply and innocently.