Raise your words, not your voice.

Be a helpful friend, and you will become a green tree with always new fruit, always deeper journeys into love.

Only from the heart can you touch the sky.

This place is a dream. Only a sleeper considers it real. Then death comes like dawn, and you wake up laughing at what you thought was your grief.

Fall in love in such a way that it frees you from any connecting.

Bring the pure wine of love and freedom. But sir, a tornado is coming. More wine, we'll teach this storm A thing or two about whirling.

He is a letter to everyone. You open it. It says, Live.