If you love someone, you are always joined with them--in joy, in absence, in solitude, in strife.

Things are such that someone lifting a cup, or watching the rain, petting a dog, or singing, just singing - could be doing as much for this universe as anyone.

Love is language that cannot be said, or heard.

Hungry, you're a dog, angry and bad-natured. having eaten your fill, you become a carcass; you lie down like a wall, senseless. At one time a dog, at another time a carcass, how will you run with lions, or follow the saints?

Kill the cow of your ego as quickly as you can, so that your inner spirit can come to life and attain true awareness.

Love is the whole thing. We are only pieces.

There are a thousand ways to kneel and kiss the ground; there are a thousand ways to go home again.