Why are we here? To become ourselves in you.

All know that the drop merges into the ocean but few know that the ocean merges into the drop.

Go over and over your beads, paint weird designs on your forehead, wear your hear matted, long, and ostentatious, but when deep inside you there is a loaded gun, how can you have God?

Take a pitcher full of water and set it down in the water-now it has water inside and water outside. We mustn't give it a name, lest silly people start talking again about the body and the soul.

Be strong then, and enter into your own body; there you have a solid place for your feet.

When the bride is one with her lover, who cares about the wedding party?

My heart is so intoxicated with love that I have no wish to speak.