The world's flattery and hypocrisy is a sweet morsel: eat less of it, for it is full of fire. Its fire is hidden while its taste is manifest, but its smoke becomes visible in the end.

Each and every part of the world is a snare for the fool and a means of deliverance for the wise.

Without love, all worship is a burden, all dancing is a chore, all music is mere noise.

No more words. In the name of this place we drink in with our breathing, stay quiet like a flower. So the nightbirds will start singing.

When something goes wrong, accuse yourself first. Even the wisdom of Plato or Solomon can wobble and go blind

Open your hands if you want to be held.

If you only say one prayer in a day make it Thank You.