When you fall in love, nobody has to tell you. You know what you feel.

Can you imagine what it would be like to all of a sudden see another color that nobody else sees?

I didn't know what I was looking for, but I knew whatever it was that I was looking for was real.

There is an eighth color that we don't have the sense apparatus to see or experience.

Grace removes obstacles that we don’t even know are there. Grace is what arranges our lives so we are forced to look within.

On the Path, it’s impossible to know how you are doing because it’s the judger who is disappearing.

I mope around less. It is horrible. I miss it.