Whatever we treasure for ourselves separates us from others; our possessions are our limitations.

For the current of our spiritual life creeds, rituals and channels that may thwart or help, according to their fixity or openness. When a symbol or spiritual idea becomes rigidly elaborate in its construction, it supplants the idea which it should support.

We are hidden in ourselves, like a truth hidden in isolated facts. When we know that this One in us is One in all, then our truth is revealed.

My heart, the bird of the wilderness, has found its sky in your eyes. They are the cradle of the morning, they are the kingdom of the stars. My songs are lost in their depths. Let me but soar in that sky, in its lonely immensity. Let me but cleave its clouds and spread wings in its sunshine.

Compliments win friends, honesty loses them.

Let my love like sunlight surround you and yet give you illumined freedom.

My eyes have seen much, but they are not weary. My ears have heard much, but they thirst for more.