Know that the mirror of the heart is boundless. . . Here, opinions become silent, otherwise they will lead you into errors. . . for the heart is sacred - even more the heart is sacredness itself.

Those who don't feel this love pulling them like a river, those who don't drink dawn like a cup of springwater or take in sunset like a supper, those who don't want to change, let them sleep.

Lamps are different, but light is the same.

Be grateful for whoever comes, because each has been sent as a guide from beyond.

I am an ark in the swift flood of time, and my companions, a fellowship. Who throws in with us sails into light.

This Love has whispered secrets in your ear that don't make sense to anybody else. You know who You are. You are the shining star.

Someone who does not run toward the allure of love walks a road where nothing lives.