Like the ocean is your god-self; It remains for ever undefiled. And like the ether it lifts but the winged. Even like the sun is your god-self; It knows not the ways of the mole nor seeks it the holes of the serpent. But your god-self does not dwell alone in your being. Much in you is still man, and much in you is not yet man, But a shapeless pigmy that walks asleep in the mist searching for its own awakening.

I had a second birth when my soul and my body loved one another and were married.

Poverty hides itself in thought before it surrenders to purses.

Love is not without its flaws. The stronger the love, the more it tests you. Compassion and empathy will make true love persist.

Solitude has soft, silky hands, but with strong fingers it grasps the heart and makes it ache with sorrow.

At ebb tide I wrote a line upon the sand, and gave it all my heart and all my soul. At flood tide I returned to read what I had inscribed and found my ignorance upon the shore.

Love one another, but make not a bond of love.