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

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

The soul is made of love and must ever strive to return to love. Therefore, it can never find rest nor happiness in other things. It must lose itself in love. By its very nature it must seek God, who is love.

One day I saw with the eyes of my eternity in bliss and without effort, a stone. It tasted sweet, like heavenly herbs.

Prayer is naught else but a yearning of soul ... it draws down the great God into the little heart; it drives the hungry soul up to the plenitude of God; it brings together these two lovers, God and the soul, in a wondrous place where they speak much of love.

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

The day of my spiritual awakening was the day I saw and knew I saw all things in God and God in all things.