Lord, you are my lover, my longing, my flowing stream, my sun, and I am your reflection.

Those who would know much, and love little, will ever remain at but the beginning of a godly life.

I was created in love. For that reason nothing can express my beauty nor liberate me except love alone.

From suffering I have learned this: that whoever is sore wounded by love will never be made whole unless she embraces the very same love which wounded her.

I cannot dance, O Lord, unless You lead me.

How should one live? Live Welcoming to all.

Stupidity is sufficient unto itself. Wisdom can never learn enough.