We are all prisoners but some of us are in cells with windows and some without.

You have your ideology and I have mine.

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.

One day you will ask me which is more important? My life or yours? I will say mine and you will walk away not knowing that you are my life.

For that which is boundless in you abides in the mansion of the sky, whose door is the morning mist, and whose windows are the songs and the silences of night.

Art arises when the secret vision of the artist and the manifestation of nature agree to find new shapes.

You shall be free indeed when your days are not without a care, nor your nights without a want and a grief, but rather when these things girdle your life and yet you rise above them naked and unbound.