Love is the burning point of life, and since all life is sorrowful, so is love. The stronger the love, the more the pain. Love itself is pain, you might say -the pain of being truly alive.

There is a condescension on the part of the infinite to the mind of man. That is what looks like God.

When you follow your bliss...doors will open where you would not have thought there would be doors, and where there wouldn't be a door for anyone else.

The dark night of the soul comes just before revelation.

If you realize what the real problem is-losing yourself-you realize that this itself is the ultimate trial.

The goal of life is to make your heartbeat match the beat of the universe, to match your nature with Nature.

The best things cannot be told, the second best are misunderstood. After that comes civilized conversation; after that, mass indoctrination; after that, intercultural exchange.