God has made many doors opening into truth which He opens to all who knock upon them with hands of faith.

I AM IGNORANT of absolute truth. But I am humble before my ignorance and therein lies my honor and my reward.

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

The eye of a human being is a microscope, which makes the world seem bigger than it really is.

You often say, "I would give, but only to the deserving." The trees in your orchard say not so, nor the flocks in your pasture. They give that they may live, for to withhold is to perish.

Verily the lust for comfort murders the passion of the soul, and then walks grinning in the funeral.

Am I a harp that the hand of the mighty may touch me, or a flute that his breath may pass through me? A seeker of silences am I, and what treasure have I found in silences that I may dispense with confidence?