Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.

The creator gives no heed to the critic unless he becomes a barren inventor.

Your joy can fill you only as deeply as your sorrow has carved you.

We are the sons of Sorrow; we are the poets and the prophets and the musicians.

Pain and foolishness lead to great bliss and complete knowledge, for Eternal Wisdom created nothing under the sun in vain.

All things in this creation exist within you and all things in you exist in creation; there is no border between you and the closest things, and there is no distance between you and the farthest things, and all things, from the lowest to the loftiest, from the smallest to the greatest, are within you as equal things.

It is wrong to think that love comes from long companionship and persevering courtship. Love is the offspring of spiritual affinity and unless that affinity is created in a moment, it will not be created for years or even generations.