The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.

For what is prayer but the expansion of your self into the living ether?

Vague and nebulous is the beginning of all things, but not their end.

Mother: the most beautiful word on the lips of mankind.

Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing. And when you have reached the mountain top, then you shall begin to climb. And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.

Who can separate his faith from his actions, or his belief from his occupations?

My Soul gave me good counsel, teaching me to love what the people abhor and to show good will toward the one they hate. It showed me that Love is a property not of the lover but of the beloved. Before my Soul taught me, Love was for me a delicate thread stretched between two adjacent pegs, but now it has been transformed into a halo; its first is its last, and its last is its first. It encompasses every being, slowly expanding to embrace all that ever will be.