I am like the heaven, like the moon, like a candle by your glow; I am all reason, all love, all soul, by your soul.
Tree limbs rise and fall like the ecstatic arms of those who have submitted to the mystical life. Leaf sounds talk together like poets making fresh metaphors.
All language is a longing for home.
Get yourself out of the way, and let Joy have more space.
World power means nothing. Only the unsayable, jeweled inner life matters.
How could you reach the pearl by only looking at the sea? If you seek the pearl, be a diver: the diver needs several qualities: he must trust his rope and his life to the Friend's hand, he must stop breathing, and he must jump.