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

Memory, the priestess, kills the present and offers its heart to the shrine of the dead past.

The movement of life has its rest in its own music.

You smiled and talked to me of nothing and I felt that for this I had been waiting long.

Let me light my lamp", says the star, "And never debate if it will help to remove the darkness

Those who think to reach God by running away from the world, when and where do they expect to meet him? We are reaching him here in this very spot, now at this very moment.

To find God, you must welcome everything.