Let there be spaces in your togetherness...just as strings of a lute dance alone though they quiver with the same music.

Your joy is your sorrow unmasked. And the same well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears. And how else can it be? The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain. Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter's oven? And is not the lute that soothes your spirit, the very wood that was hollowed with knives?

A man can be free without being great, but no man can be great without being free.

The ageless melody, unheard, heals; the healing vision, unseen, leads; the true leaders, immortal, know...

My yearning is my cup, my burning thirst is my drink, and my solitude is my intoxication; I do not and shall not quench my thirst. But in this burning that is never extinguished is a joy that never wanes.

Limited love asks for possession of the beloved, but the unlimited asks only for itself.

Keep your heart in wonder at the daily miracles of your life.