He who wants to do good knocks at the gate: he who loves finds the door open.

A teacher can never truly teach unless he is still learning himself. A lamp can never light another lamp unless it continues to burn its own flame. The teacher who has come to the end of his subject, who has no living traffic with his knowledge but merely repeats his lesson to his students, can only load their minds, he cannot quicken them.

Life, like a child, laughs, shaking its rattle of death as it runs.

Deliverance is not for me in renunciation. I feel the embrace of freedom in a thousand bonds of delight.

The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover. It becomes small as one song, as one kiss of the eternal.

I am hidden in your heart, O Flower.

I will sit in the pupil of your eyes and that will carry your sight into the heart of the things