When a woman gives birth, two are born: a baby from the womb of its mother and a woman from the womb of her former existence.

Silence is the Sabbath of the soul. Therein we rest, and therein we hear everything.

We tend to lack humility toward love, to patronize it rather than bow before it, to put mundane considerations before the emotional need to hold someone in our arms.

We have been so long in a downward spin, the angels are calling us up. We are meant to fly and with our spirits we can. We are meant to ascend, to transmute the negative mass of the worlds corrupted thought forms. No one asked us to stay so long away from heaven, away from joy.

There is an increasingly pervasive sense that one age is over and a new one is beginning - in business, in politics, in science, in psychology.

We shouldn’t come up with a pseudo-spiritual excuse for turning away from the pain of the world.

The only feelings you really need to fear are those you ignore.